The Night I Was Going To Die (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
You won't become a gourmet* cook By studying our Fannie's book-- Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House Are scarcely ...
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, ...
Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Close your great big eyes; Round your bed Events prepare The pleasantest surprise. Darling ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
at seventeen was i, so old so young. and it was there i first met war. i saw their broken ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
Che son contenti nel fuoco We are of those that Dante saw Glad, for love's sake, among the flames of ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last, That all my life may better be For ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy came always after pain Let arriving ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...
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