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 ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Part in peace: is day before us? Praise His Name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
The truest friends, how few they are. Still time, it seems, must take them far to God knows where and ...
Why should I care for the men of thames Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams Or shrink at the ...
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