The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
The great light cage has broken up in the air, freeing, I think, about a million birds whose wild ascending ...
Caught -- the bubble in the spirit level, a creature divided; and the compass needle wobbling and wavering, undecided. Freed ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
cry your dreams child, cry silent your screams as still again, those masters of war face our souls and try ...
at seventeen was i, so old so young. and it was there i first met war. i saw their broken ...
lost in a mirror star dreams on a night stage. before broken songs i just continue to dance while my ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
I miss you too. Something old is broken, nobody's in hell. Sometimes I kiss strangers, sometimes no one speaks. Today ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler, Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, Send vengeance on these Oreads Who strew White frozen flecks of mist and cloud Over the ...
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
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