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 ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
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 ...
Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean, A gallant commander the victim is seen. For promptitude, vigour, success, does he stand ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
On a roof in the Old City Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: The white sheet of a woman ...
Do not accept these rains that come too late. Better to linger. Make your pain An image of the desert. ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
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