Somebody (Charles Bukowski Poem)
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Dans la Haute-Rue à Cologne Elle allait et venait le soir Offerte à tous en tout mignonne Puis buvait lasse ...
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose, Andhat upon his head, to church ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
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