Charles Bukowski
For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough: - Poem by Charles Bukowski
I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
around flesh,
and I call God a liar,
I say anything that moved
like that
or knew
my name
could never die
in the common verity of dying,
and I pick
up her lovely
dress,
all her loveliness gone,
and I speak to all the gods,
Jewish gods, Christ-gods,
chips of blinking things,
idols, pills, bread,
fathoms, risks,
knowledgeable surrender,
rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad
without a chance,
hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,
I lean upon this,
I lean on all of this
and I know
her dress upon my arm
but
they will not
give her back to me.
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......an amazing poem...and so sad....the ending is superb...nothing we do can bring back our loved ones ★ (Report) Reply
So powerful, so emotional, so tragic SG (Report) Reply
All I have to say is...absolutely amazing...I was almost pushed to tears (Report) Reply
i love bukowski and all the poems he wrote about jane. (Report) Reply