Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

As The Sparrow - Poem by Charles Bukowski

To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.


Comments about As The Sparrow by Charles Bukowski

  • (3/13/2018 3:55:00 AM)


    HIS WORDS ARE CAREFULLY DRAWN OUT FROM HIS SOUL. SO TRUTHFULLY TOLD. (Report) Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (12/11/2017 11:54:00 AM)


    our grief falls flat and hollow
    upon the billion-blooded sea
    Beautiful poem shared.
    10+++
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/11/2017 11:46:00 AM)


    'As our grief falls'! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (12/11/2017 11:37:00 AM)


    War, peace, love and hate life and death all complex issues with no black and white solution. Beauty of this poem lies in stark realization of some dark colors overlapping bright colors of life. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (12/11/2017 4:06:00 AM)


    A brief poem by Bukowski makes all think about life in comparison with that a sparrow as far as what one has to do to a child in a philosophic way! (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2017 3:43:00 AM)


    a poem of dark sentiments yet when fully understood they tell a truth? ..........superbly penned. (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2017 1:14:00 AM)


    Like for like or something for something which is retribution or requital or retaliation for wrong and grievance is
    what Bukowski wants to say perhaps........very profound and insightful..........thanks for sharing
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  • P. Mason (11/17/2016 9:52:00 AM)

    What's behind this...
    I like Bukowski; I suspect because so much of his work seems, to me, to be deeply insightful and also fatally flawed at the same time. Perhaps a mirror of his own personality and life. This piece intrigues me only because I don't know of the stresses he was coping with when he penned this. (Report) Reply

  • (1/21/2016 8:27:00 PM)


    ..........nicely penned with a fabulous vocabulary ★
    I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
    with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
    lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
    (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Case (11/30/2015 9:00:00 AM)


    fantstic....Buk is a real poet, His beer stained genius shines through again. (Report) Reply

  • Georgios Venetopoulos (9/17/2014 5:28:00 PM)


    I am a true poet when it is fashionable to be a writer of arrhythmic lines. The best I can say as an answer to this write. (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2014 9:17:00 PM)


    I am old when it is fashionable to be
    young;

    A timeless sentiment for everyone.
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  • (10/27/2013 10:04:00 PM)


    Brilliant write by Charles! (Report) Reply

  • Jonny Brackney (12/13/2011 9:16:00 AM)


    Charles Bukowski is by far my favourite writer. (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2011 9:22:00 AM)


    This poem emotes depressing images. Too negative for my taste. (Report) Reply

  • (9/14/2008 12:18:00 AM)


    Charles Bukowski.
    What a wonderful man you were.
    This poem, nothing but truth.
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  • (5/4/2006 2:17:00 PM)


    This poem struck a chord of sadness and longing. As sad as Bukowski is, we have all been there. Thankfully, not to live. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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