So Now? (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting ...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
sail on, when the sun is gone when the wind rises off a river slow when you hear no more ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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. ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
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 ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me: Still all my ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little ...
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
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