sway with me, everything sad -
madmen in stone houses
without doors,
lepers steaming love and song
frogs trying to figure
the sky;
sway with me, sad things -
fingers split on a forge
old age like breakfast shell
used books, used people
used flowers, used love
I need you
I need you
I need you:
it has run away
like a horse or a dog,
dead or lost
or unforgiving.
A very beautifully penned poem filled with sadness of senility.
The Great Bukowski! Such a tragic life! Such great poetry!
The ease of reading reading B is not just his simplified idiom. His ideas are 'a frog trying to figure out the sky' fascinating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it. No one writes like Bukowski. He is an original.