The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
You mustn't show weakness and you've got to have a tan. But sometimes I feel like the thin veils of ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
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 ...
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
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