A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
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 ...
Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
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