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 ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
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, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
What's the best thing in the world? June-rose, by May-dew impearled; Sweet south-wind, that means no rain; Truth, not cruel ...
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird ...
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