Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
America
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,Stealing my breath of life, I will confessI love this cultured..
© Claude McKay
If We Must Die
If we must die, let it not be like hogsHunted and penned in an inglorious spot,While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,Making their mock at our..
© Claude McKay
A 340 Dollar Horse And A Hundred Dollar Whore
don’t ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see meat the racetrack any day half drunkbetting quarters, sidewheelers and straight thoroughs,but let..
© Charles Bukowski
Beasts Bounding Through Time
Van Gogh writing his brother for paintsHemingway testing his shotgunCeline going broke as a doctor of medicinethe impossibility of being humanVillon..
© Charles Bukowski
For The Foxes
Don't feel sorry for me.I am a competent,satisfied human being.be sorry for the otherswhofidgetcomplainwhoconstantlyrearrange..
© Charles Bukowski
The Great Escape
listen, he said, you ever seen a bunch of crabs in abucket?no, I told him.well, what happens is that now and then one crabwill climb up on top of the..
© Charles Bukowski
My Cats
I know. I know.they are limited, have differentneeds andconcerns.but I watch and learn from them.I like the little they know,which is somuch.they..
© Charles Bukowski
No help for that
There is a place in the heart thatwill never be filleda spaceand even during thebest momentsandthe greatest timestimeswe will know itwe will know..
© Charles Bukowski
On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists
'They only burn themselves to reach Paradise'- Mne. Nhuoriginal courage is good,motivation be damned,and if you say they are trainedto feel no..
© Charles Bukowski
Trollius And Trellises
of course, I may die in the next ten minutesand I’m ready for thatbut what I’m really worried about isthat my editor-publisher might retireeven..
© Charles Bukowski
The Trash Men
here they comethese guysgrey truckradio playingthey are in a hurryit’s quite exciting:shirt openbellies hanging outthey run out the trash binsroll..
© Charles Bukowski
The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid
I can see myself nowafter all these suicide days and nights,being wheeled out of one of those sterile rest homes(of course, this is only if I get..
© Charles Bukowski
Hell Is A Lonely Place
he was 65, his wife was 66, hadAlzheimer's disease.he had cancer of themouth.there wereoperations, radiationtreatmentswhich decayed the bones in..
© Charles Bukowski
I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet
I had just won $115 from the headshakers andwas naked upon my bedlistening to an opera by one of the Italiansand had just gotten rid of a very loose..
© Charles Bukowski
The Japanese Wife
O lord, he said, Japanese women,real women, they have not forgotten,bowing and smilingclosing the wounds men have made;but American women will kill..
© Charles Bukowski
German
being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeleswas difficult.there was much anti-German feeling then,a carry-over from World War 1.gangs of kids..
© Charles Bukowski
Goading The Muse
this man used to be aninteresting writer,he was able to say brisk andrefreshing things.at the timeI suggested to the editors andthe critics that he..
© Charles Bukowski
Gas
my grandmother had a serious gasproblem.we only saw her on Sunday.she'd sit down to dinnerand she'd have gas.she was very heavy,80 years old.wore..
© Charles Bukowski
air and light and time and space
'- you know, I've either had a family, a job, somethinghas always been in thewaybut nowI've sold my house, I've found thisplace, a large studio, you..
© Charles Bukowski
So You Want To Be A Writer
if it doesn't come bursting out of youin spite of everything,don't do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand..
© Charles Bukowski
New Mexico
I was fairly drunk when itbegan and I took out my bottle and used italong the way. I was reading a week or two afterKandel and I did not look quite..
© Charles Bukowski
The Sun Wields Mercy
and the sun wields mercybut like a jet torch carried to high,and the jets whip across its sightand rockets leap like toads,and the boys get out the..
© Charles Bukowski
Marina
majestic, majicinfinitemy little girl issunon the carpet-out the doorpicking a flower, ha!an old man,battle-wrecked,emerges from hischairand she..
© Charles Bukowski