I’m In Love (Charles Bukowski Poems)
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford; To her Doctor so dread. 'Oh! what shall I take ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
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