The Genius Of The Crowd (Charles Bukowski Poem)
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
All or Nothing The final race. the final decision All disgrace or fortune all Either I fall or I stand ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy came always after pain Let arriving ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
Do not accept these rains that come too late. Better to linger. Make your pain An image of the desert. ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
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