Eat Your Heart Out (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
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 ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
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 The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
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 ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
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