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 ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
young girl with her south china sea eyes where an ocean wind sighs stands as she tries. in the silence ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy came always after pain Let arriving ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that ...
A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert, a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain. There ...
The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your ...
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