I Made A Mistake (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan He sleeps on the top of a mast with his ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the ...
Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie, it goes on and on and why am I ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
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