Eat Your Heart Out (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
Do you believe, in what you see do you believe in reality do you believe in the sun that's bright ...
I search for love and find my soul With you, my love, I am whole And the mystic love that ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
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 ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
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