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 can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
highway dancing during a long day of running my thumb, carrying me nowhere grew tired, a sunset and beauty carved ...
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
young girl with her south china sea eyes where an ocean wind sighs stands as she tries. in the silence ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...
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