Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Finish - Poem by Charles Bukowski

We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting


Comments about Finish by Charles Bukowski

  • Rookie Shadow Girl (6/15/2011 9:11:00 AM)

    It takes a genius to fit so much meaning into so little words - love it - so true. SG (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Kentucky Refugee (2/10/2008 9:39:00 AM)

    Perhaps with a summer of patient sun, both roses would bloom. Perhaps transplanting them into a sunnier place would do the trick. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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