Here I Am … (Charles Bukowski Poem)
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
A man who keeps a diary, pays Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful--then His busy hand ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
The man with the red hat And the polar bear, is he here too? The window giving on shade, Is ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
And we shall not get excited. Because a translator May not get excited. Calmly, we shall pass on Words from ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
O THOU Great Being! what Thou art, Surpasses me to know; Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Are ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
ALL villain as I am-a damn?d wretch, A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain, Still my heart melts at human wretchedness; And ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
WHEN Princes and Prelates, And hot-headed zealots, A' Europe had set in a low, a low, The poor man lies ...
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