The Night I Was Going To Die (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
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. ...
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, fit for a king of several centuries back. A little circus horse with ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
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 ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
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