The Shower (Charles Bukowski Poem)
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
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 ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded ...
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
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