To The Whore Who Took My Poems (Charles Bukowski Poem)
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
All or Nothing The final race. the final decision All disgrace or fortune all Either I fall or I stand ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Part in peace: is day before us? Praise His Name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me: Still all my ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Once a great love cut my life in two. The first part goes on twisting at some other place like ...
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