The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
BUT lately seen in gladsome green, The woods rejoic'd the day, Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers In double pride ...
SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came; The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same; His bristling beard just rising ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
My spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way. My emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce And dost not know the Garment from the Man Every Harlot was ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
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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