The Genius Of The Crowd. Let It Enfold You. I'm In Love. Raw With Love. Tom Waits reads Charles Bukowski Melancholia. Melancholia by Charles Bukowski Live Scores Click here to see the rest of the list Share this page : Charles Bukowski (16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach) #11 on top 500 poets Poems by Charles Bukowski : 67 / 140 Listen to this poem: User Rating: ( 91 votes ) Report Poem What do you think this poem is about?
For Example: love, art, fashion, friendship and etc. Melancholia the history of melancholiaincludes all of us. Charles Bukowski Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003 Read poems about / on: history Poet Other Poems More poems of Charles Bukowski » Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. I would like to translate this poem » What do you think this poem is about?
Comments about this poem (As The Sparrow by Charles Bukowski ) Enter the verification code : Julien Stricher (10/4/2009 9:02:00 PM) it speaks to me.. every word of it. Read all 3 comments » People who read Charles Bukowski also read Top 500 Poems The Complete List of Top 500 Poems » And The Moon And The Stars And The World. And The Moon And The Stars And The World by Charles Bukowski Live Scores Click here to see the rest of the list Share this page : Charles Bukowski (16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach) #11 on top 500 poets Poems by Charles Bukowski : 10 / 140 Listen to this poem: User Rating: ( 314 votes ) Report Poem What do you think this poem is about?
For Example: love, art, fashion, friendship and etc. And The Moon And The Stars And The World Long walks at night-- that's what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off their beer-maddened husbands. Charles Bukowski Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003. Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame. Whats The Use Of A Title? For Jane: With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough. Hemingway Never Did This. Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window. Question and Answer. "question and answer" he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, smiling, thinking of all the letters he had received telling him that the way he lived and wrote about that-- it had kept them going when all seemed truly hopeless. putting the blade on the table, he flicked it with a finger and it whirled in a flashing circle under the light. who the hell is going to save me?
He thought. as the knife stopped spinning the answer came: you're going to have to save yourself. still smiling, a: he lit a cigarette b: he poured another drink c: gave the blade another spin. --from The Last Night of the Earth Poems Homepages, Biographies, Bibliographies.