Consummation Of Grief Poem by Charles Bukowski

Consummation Of Grief

Rating: 3.3


I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry
and the water
is their tears.
I listen to the water
on nights I drink away
and the sadness becomes so great
I hear it in my clock
it becomes knobs upon my dresser
it becomes paper on the floor
it becomes a shoehorn
a laundry ticket
it becomes
cigarette smoke
climbing a chapel of dark vines. . .
it matters little
very little love is not so bad
or very little life
what counts
is waiting on walls
I was born for this
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Jackson 02 March 2008

I recognize this man. He could be one of thousands of beautiful people i have seen and met and known on the streets. great poet

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Greg Rob 24 December 2013

Does anyone have an impression of what what counts is waiting on walls means.

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Nick Kler 16 June 2015

Courage to climb thin walls of Life and death and then wait.....being a hustler of death

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James O'donnell 02 December 2016

I believe it's about lonely people on the fringes - wallflowers

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Frank Grigonis 11 March 2013

That last line hits hard.

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Khairul Ahsan 24 September 2020

'I was born for this I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.' - Touching lines!

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Mahtab Bangalee 24 September 2020

very little love is not so bad or very little life what counts is waiting on walls I was born for this I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead..........great poetic expression about the life of grievance; it's our life; in every life there is hidden the death; happy and sorrow- the twin name of one life; we have to accept everything to overcome perfectly; great poem penned; I enjoyed

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Dr Antony Theodore 24 September 2020

I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry a fine poem, and imagination. tony

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Savita Tyagi 24 September 2020

The poem started on a happy note, sinks into sadness and seems to end with a practical view of life. Like the whole life surmised in a small poem. Excellent.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 24 September 2020

This is a beautiful poem on life and nature having amusing expression. Thanks and congratulations for being chosen this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.

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