The History Of One Tough Motherfucker (Charles Bukowski Poem)
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
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 ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
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