The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to 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 ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, ...
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me: Still all my ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave. I This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered By ...
Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow. Today I ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
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