Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame Poem by Charles Bukowski
Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame
some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.
Very poignant and very emotional. We make graves in our heart for sadness. She lives now in your heart.
So deeply poignant and touching. A one of a kind tribute adorned with superb imagery.
Well conceived and nicely crafted with artistic brilliance. A work of an intricate mind...
To have such vivid recollections after 28 years and to cherish the memory of the beloved for such a long period is indeed phenomenal
This is one of the best odes An enduring shrine to both the love and the beloved (although, who exactly is this Jane character...?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/11/2024 7:51:27 PM # 1.0.0
To have such words with so much longing dedicated to you 28 years after your passing is a tribute few of us will ever receive.