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 ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Part in peace: is day before us? Praise His Name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
My child wafts peace. When I lean over him, It is not just the smell of soap. All the people ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
The truest friends, how few they are. Still time, it seems, must take them far to God knows where and ...
What can I give thee back, O liberal And princely giver, who hast brought the gold And purple of thine ...
WE overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination (given us to bring down The choirs of singing angels overshone ...
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me (Against which ...
I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor ...
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne From year to year until I saw thy face, And sorrow after sorrow ...
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which ...
The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean To last, ...
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone ...
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