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, ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
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 ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, including you, ...
Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
YE gallants bright, I rede you right, Beware o' bonie Ann; Her comely face sae fu' o' grace, Your heart ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
PEG NICHOLSON was a good bay mare, As ever trod on airn; But now she's floating down the Nith, And ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not ...
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