Charles Bukowski, American Author ~ 1920 - 1994
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"After the final no there comes a yes / And on that yes the future world depends."--Wallace Stevens Choose Archive Page | 20 | 30 | 50 | 100 | 150 | 200 |250 |300 |350 Launch my Music Player
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"Remember" Fine Art Print by jegustavsen [320740-9] -...
Rated • 35 reviews • poetry • redbubble.com
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Andrew Smith Gallery - Annie Leibovitz - American Music
Rated • 37 reviews • photography, music, poetry • andrewsmithgallery.com
The Song
At first, he sang for love
Of singing and for one
Who laughed and wept and listened.
He sang to water falling
On sand and the steep woods
And streaming against stone.
He sang in the cold
For the lives and deaths of birds
And forests and elders.
And then he sang to be
Believed, waiting alone
Under a shut window.
On the shore, at the feet of trees,
By a creek, by a silent house,
He changed to what he sang
And became for a time nothing
But a voice in the distance
Touching the ears of others.
And now he sings again
For love in a way no stranger
Or lover will ever hear
Without remembering her
In his arms, no matter where
Or how that singing ends.
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http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a122/gu1tar/187070937_b...
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The View from Mt. Constitution on Flickr - Photo Sharing!
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"The View from Mt. Constitution" by David Eppstein
The Road (from The Return)- I could not draw a map of it, this road,
Nor say with certainty how many times
It doubles on itself before it climbs
Clear of the ascent. And yet I know
Each bend and vista and could not mistake
The recognitions, the recurrences
As they occur, nor where. So my forgetting
Brings back the track of what was always there
As new as a discovery. And now
The summit gives us all that lies below,
Shows us the islands slide into their places
Beyond the shore and, when the lights come on,
How all the other roads declare themselves
Garlanding their gradients to the sea,
How the road that brought us here has dropped away
A half-lost contour on a chart of lights
The waters ripple and spread across the bay.
"Guaratuba [14/n]" by Carlos Moraes
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Welcome Home by Skip - DPChallenge
Rated • 1 review • poetry, photos • dpchallenge.com
"Welcome Home" by Skip Rowland- Home
- This family is a home
it took a little time to grow
it took the kids to show us
what we had to give
This family is a home
the best place to be
is wherever we are
together
This family is a home
whenever we are gathered
I forget about
anything less
This family is a home
I keep moving in
"Moving Day" by Rick Primeau
Poem copyrighted © 2006, Steve Wax. All rights reserved.
