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, ...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Close your great big eyes; Round your bed Events prepare The pleasantest surprise. Darling ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
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 ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
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 ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
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. ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean, A gallant commander the victim is seen. For promptitude, vigour, success, does he stand ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
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