Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Confession - Poem by Charles Bukowski

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waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again

"Hank!"
Hank won't
answer.

it's not my death that
worries me, it's my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.

I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her

even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:

I love
you.


Comments about Confession by Charles Bukowski

  • Freshman - 987 Points Mark Arvizu (4/14/2015 8:58:00 AM)

    Death frees him to express what he really wants to say. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Irena Markovic (7/3/2012 6:49:00 PM)

    Just... brilliant... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jonny Brackney (12/15/2011 10:11:00 AM)

    Yes, there is a kindness stored away in Bukowski. As he reveals in his poem 'Bluebird' which is my favorite poem from him. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Fake Name (12/21/2008 2:21:00 AM)

    I know, Jefffff. We come for the lonliness but stayt for the... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Nomi Mas (2/8/2008 7:19:00 AM)

    from the heart. the best confession afterall (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points J P Klegg (7/13/2005 4:40:00 PM)

    Then he goes and writes something sweet like this? ? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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