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 ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
Abandon the past Throw away the baggage Suffer no more. avast(stop now) Breakaway from the chains and shackles Which from ...
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. "Why are you so pale today?" "Because I made him drink of ...
You thought I was that type: That you could forget me, And that I'd plead and weep And throw myself ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Then let my right be forgotten. Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember. ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, ...
DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat? Then let the louns beware, Sir; There's wooden walls upon our seas, And volunteers on ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
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