Bluebird (Charles Bukowski Poem)
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
All or Nothing The final race. the final decision All disgrace or fortune all Either I fall or I stand ...
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 ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
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