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 ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
I was in love with anatomy the symmetry of my body poised for flight, the heights it would take over ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about ...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
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