Are You Drinking? (Charles Bukowski Poem)
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
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 ...
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 The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
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