Raw With Love | A poem by Charles Bukowski, 1974
anon . little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch...
anon . little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch...
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Blake's original printing of The Tyger, 1795 Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand...
. You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be...
Gregory Corso My mother hates the sea my sea especially I warned her not to it was all I could do...
Nina Leen, Florida, 1950 maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day)...
. Realism is mine, my miracles, Take all of the rest—take freely—I keep but my own—I give only of them,...
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Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud, 1873 . I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair, Holding...
. There are holes in the sky Where the rain gets in But they're ever so small That's why the...