For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, ...
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
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. ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
The man with the red hat And the polar bear, is he here too? The window giving on shade, Is ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
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