Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough: - Poem by Charles Bukowski

I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
around flesh,
and I call God a liar,
I say anything that moved
like that
or knew
my name
could never die
in the common verity of dying,
and I pick
up her lovely
all her loveliness gone,
and I speak to all the gods,
Jewish gods, Christ-gods,
chips of blinking things,
idols, pills, bread,
fathoms, risks,
knowledgeable surrender,
rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad
without a chance,
hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,
I lean upon this,
I lean on all of this
and I know
her dress upon my arm
they will not
give her back to me.

Comments about For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough: by Charles Bukowski

  • (3/12/2015 10:50:00 PM) amazing poem...and so sad....the ending is superb...nothing we do can bring back our loved ones ★ (Report) Reply

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  • (6/15/2011 9:16:00 AM)

    So powerful, so emotional, so tragic SG (Report) Reply

  • (9/5/2006 9:00:00 AM)

    All I have to say is...absolutely amazing...I was almost pushed to tears (Report) Reply

  • (12/9/2005 12:21:00 PM)

    i love bukowski and all the poems he wrote about jane. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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