For Jane
225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.
when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.
what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.
when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.
what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
Charles Bukowski
(August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994)
The Comics Reporter would lead one to believe that it's also Jason Day--and so happy birthday to you as well! Bukowski is a good person to share a birthday with, I think!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Well, it's also the birthday of Madonna...
ReplyDeleteI like to call today Blamesday (a play on Joyce's Bloomsday), after this one by Hank:
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The official way to celebrate is with red wine and recriminations.
I love "My First Affair With That Older Woman", it's the only poem to have ever made me cry. That's a great photo, too.
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