The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses电子书

Dedication

Contents

Part I

what a man I was

mine

freedom

as the sparrow

his wife, the painter

down thru the marching

these things

poem for personnel managers:

ice for the eagles

plea to a passing maid

waste basket

::: the old movies

peace

I taste the ashes of your death

for Jane: with all the love I had, which was not enough:—

Uruguay or hell

notice

for Jane

conversation on a telephone

ants crawl my drunken arms

a literary discussion

watermelon

for one I knew

when Hugo Wolf went mad—

riot

meanwhile

a poem is a city

the cat

hermit in the city

Part II

all-yellow flowers

what seems to be the trouble, gentlemen?

spring swan

remains

the moment of truth

on the fire suicides of the buddhists

a division

conversation with a lady sipping a straight shot

the way it will happen inside a can of peaches

scene in a tent outside the cotton fields of Bakersfield:

night animal

on the train to Del Mar

I thought of ships, of armies, hanging on...

war and piece

18 cars full of men thinking of what could have been

the screw-game

a night of Mozart

sleeping woman

when you wait for the dawn to crawl through the screen like a burglar to take your life away—

poem while looking at an encyclopedia:

3 lovers

did I ever tell you?

song of my typewriter:

and the moon and the stars and the world:

the sharks

fag, fag, fag

Ivan the Terrible

the bones of my uncle

a last shot on two good horses

Part III

no grounding in the classics

drawing of a band concert on a matchbox

bad night

down by the wings

fire

one for the old man

a drawer of fish

L. Beethoven, half-back

self-destruction

these mad windows that taste life and cut me if I go through them

birth

on getting famous and being asked: can you recite? can you be there at nine?

the great one:

yellow

::: the days run away like wild horses over the hills

worms

to hell with Robert Schumann

the seminar

one for Ging, with klux top

communists

family, family

poem for the death of an American serviceman in Vietnam:

guilt obsession behind a cloud of rockets:

even the sun was afraid

on a grant

finish

the underground

from the Dept. of English

footnote upon the construction of the masses:

kaakaa & other immolations

a problem of temperament

poetess

the miracle

Mongolian coasts shining in light

About the Author

By Charles Bukowski

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