Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

No. 6 - Poem by Charles Bukowski

I'll settle for the 6 horse
on a rainy afternoon
a paper cup of coffee
in my hand
a little way to go,
the wind twirling out
small wrens from
the upper grandstand roof,
the jocks coming out
for a middle race
silent
and the easy rain making
everything
at once
almost alike,
the horses at peace with
each other
before the drunken war
and I am under the grandstand
feeling for
cigarettes
settling for coffee,
then the horses walk by
taking their little men
away-
it is funereal and graceful
and glad
like the opening
of flowers.


Comments about No. 6 by Charles Bukowski

  • (11/29/2011 2:50:00 PM)


    I'll settle for the 6 horse
    on a rainy afternoon
    a paper cup of coffee
    in my hand
    a little way to go,
    the wind twirling out
    small wrens from
    the upper grandstand roof,
    the jocks coming out
    for a middle race
    silent
    and the easy rain making
    everything
    at once
    almost alike,
    the horses at peace with
    each other
    before the drunken war
    and I am under the grandstand
    feeling for
    cigarettes
    settling for coffee,
    then the horses walk by
    taking their little men
    away-
    it is funeral and graceful
    and glad
    like the opening
    of flowers.
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    Souren Mondal Souren Mondal (3/1/2016 2:00:00 AM)

    Thank you a lot for sharing the whole poem... : -)

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  • (4/7/2010 11:57:00 AM)


    This poem is incomplete. Where is the rest of it? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 21, 2016


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