A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
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 ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight, Pause a moment at my window, Twitter softly your good-night; For ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
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