Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

As The Sparrow - Poem by Charles Bukowski

To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.


Comments about As The Sparrow by Charles Bukowski

  • P. Mason (11/17/2016 9:52:00 AM)

    What's behind this...
    I like Bukowski; I suspect because so much of his work seems, to me, to be deeply insightful and also fatally flawed at the same time. Perhaps a mirror of his own personality and life. This piece intrigues me only because I don't know of the stresses he was coping with when he penned this. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/21/2016 8:27:00 PM)


    ..........nicely penned with a fabulous vocabulary ★
    I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
    with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
    lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
    (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Case (11/30/2015 9:00:00 AM)


    fantstic....Buk is a real poet, His beer stained genius shines through again. (Report) Reply

  • Georgios Venetopoulos (9/17/2014 5:28:00 PM)


    I am a true poet when it is fashionable to be a writer of arrhythmic lines. The best I can say as an answer to this write. (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2014 9:17:00 PM)


    I am old when it is fashionable to be
    young;

    A timeless sentiment for everyone.
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  • (10/27/2013 10:04:00 PM)


    Brilliant write by Charles! (Report) Reply

  • Jonny Brackney (12/13/2011 9:16:00 AM)


    Charles Bukowski is by far my favourite writer. (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2011 9:22:00 AM)


    This poem emotes depressing images. Too negative for my taste. (Report) Reply

  • (9/14/2008 12:18:00 AM)


    Charles Bukowski.
    What a wonderful man you were.
    This poem, nothing but truth.
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  • (5/4/2006 2:17:00 PM)


    This poem struck a chord of sadness and longing. As sad as Bukowski is, we have all been there. Thankfully, not to live. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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