Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

So Now? - Poem by Charles Bukowski

the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
I am waiting to live,
waiting to die.
I wish I could ring in some bravery.
it's a lousy fix
but the tree outside doesn't know:
I watch it moving with the wind
in the late afternoon sun.
there's nothing to declare here,
just a waiting.
each faces it alone.
Oh, I was once young,
Oh, I was once unbelievably
young!


Comments about So Now? by Charles Bukowski

  • (8/24/2016 2:25:00 PM)


    Love this poem....god we were young was (Report) Reply

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  • (4/24/2009 7:37:00 PM)


    the words have come and gone,
    I sit ill.
    the phone rings, the cats sleep.
    Linda vacuums.
    I am waiting to live,
    waiting to die.
    I wish I could ring in some bravery.
    it's a lousy fix
    but the tree outside doesn't know:
    I watch it moving with the wind
    in the late afternoon sun.
    there's nothing to declare here,
    just a waiting.
    each faces it alone.
    Oh, I was once young,
    Oh, I was once unbelievably
    young!
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 2, 2015


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