I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
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very little love is not so bad or very little life what counts is waiting on walls I was born for this I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead..........great poetic expression about the life of grievance; it's our life; in every life there is hidden the death; happy and sorrow- the twin name of one life; we have to accept everything to overcome perfectly; great poem penned; I enjoyed
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry a fine poem, and imagination. tony
The poem started on a happy note, sinks into sadness and seems to end with a practical view of life. Like the whole life surmised in a small poem. Excellent.
This is a beautiful poem on life and nature having amusing expression. Thanks and congratulations for being chosen this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.
A suited title to a thought provoking poem with an amazing last stanza.
A tremendously expressive verse about grief. Thanks so much, Mr. Bukowski.
Great poem. In empathy lies the human spirit. Your sorrow be my sorrow tomorrow will borrow your sorrow and we move together in sympathetic harmony.
Amusing poem, he was a serious poet...........a relationship master and a perfectionist.
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead. Wow, that last line blows me away.
Does anyone have an impression of what what counts is waiting on walls means.
Courage to climb thin walls of Life and death and then wait.....being a hustler of death
I believe it's about lonely people on the fringes - wallflowers
The parallelism of sentences and repitition of words replaces the need for traditional rhyme.
A beautiful poem from Bukowski. What a relief it is to have this man's work available for us to read. You can feel his humanity. A natural poet of the first order.
I recognize this man. He could be one of thousands of beautiful people i have seen and met and known on the streets. great poet
'I was born for this I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.' - Touching lines!