The Genius Of The Crowd (Charles Bukowski Poem)
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan He sleeps on the top of a mast with his ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
There is a street where they sell only red meat And there is a street where they sell only clothes ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing Gaily in the sunny beam; List'ning to the wild birds singing, By ...
YOUR friendship much can make me blest, O why that bliss destroy! Why urge the only, one request You know ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
Silent, silent night, Quench the holy light Of thy torches bright; For possessed of Day Thousand spirits stray That sweet ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it ...
What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire. What is it women do in men ...
Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for ...
O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm. That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
the wind blows hard tonight and it's a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. I ...
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