I've come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's
over. this is it.
I sit on the couch watching her arrange
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A perfect narrative. Who wants what from this relationship is anybody's guess.
It's hard to describe this poem - dramatic? Kind of reminded me of Robert Browning's Porphyria's Lover - the famous dramatic monologue!
I want you to buy me some high-heeled shoes with tall thin spikes, black high-heeled shoes. no, I want them red... very fine poem. tony
'I watch her walk down the cement walk under the trees She walks all right...' You killed it, your expressions leaves a lasting impression.
I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further. she gets up...// so loving expression
This poem has been selected for second time as the modern poem of the poem of the day. This is really a beautiful poem by Charles Bukowski.
Great poem from the guy who once said, ' Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.'. I guess he has a point!
This poem is fun and amazing. Thank you for bringing such art into our lives. May your soul rest in peace
I watch her walk down.... ...... Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Beautiful poem. An unexpected ending that a great poet can give. Loved it.
I watch her walk down the cement walk under the trees she walks all right and as the pointsettas drip in the sun I close the door.....so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.
beautiful image- I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes-
Such a great poem by Charles Bukowski.......................
Who has endured these sorts of endings that never end can understand this poem. I like it!
Born in 1920, Bukowski's work is characterized by its raw, honest portrayal of , alcohol, and other vices, as well as its vivid depictions of the seedy side of urban life.