Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Confession - Poem by Charles Bukowski

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

  • Vaidyanathan Ram (4/20/2016 12:35:00 AM)

    Ends superb, thank you (Report) Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (4/16/2016 10:04:00 PM)

    .....most amazing....true love means staying together until death ★ (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (4/16/2016 4:11:00 PM)

    He is probably the most head-on gritty truth-bearing unapologetic writer I have ever had the privilege to read. His world is a harsh world of abusive fathers, abusive husbands, abusive mothers, abusive wives- -he gives no one a gender pass. Perhaps the narrator really did love the woman- perhaps his definition of love is sorely deficient. Well-worth reading, pondering, arguing over. (Report) Reply

  • Francis Lynch Francis Lynch (4/16/2016 3:30:00 PM)

    Trite and simple. A cat waiting to pound on a bed is a poor image of death. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (4/16/2016 12:26:00 PM)

    I am so very sorry for my wife. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (4/16/2016 4:36:00 AM)

    Most delicate emotions unfolded through a web of words woven with great expertise. Hats off. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda Anil Kumar Panda (4/16/2016 2:24:00 AM)

    So nice. It is the reality when one passed away. (Report) Reply

  • Alem Hailu G/kristos Alem Hailu G/kristos (4/16/2016 1:07:00 AM)

    Before we run out of time we must learn to be considerate to each other.We forget it though.Such a poem nudge us from our slumber! (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/2/2015 2:14:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem......When they are with us we seldom care about when they leave we seldom forget them........ (Report) Reply

  • Nishu Sharma Nishu Sharma (5/8/2015 5:36:00 AM)

    Good (Report) Reply

  • Mark Arvizu Mark Arvizu (4/14/2015 8:58:00 AM)

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

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

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

  • Jonny Brackney 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

  • Fake Name (12/21/2008 2:21:00 AM)

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

  • Nomi Mas (2/8/2008 7:19:00 AM)

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

  • 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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