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Essential Bukowski: Poetry

Автор

Чарльз Буковски

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Cтихи и поэзия

Год написания книги

2019

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the girl shifts buttocks,

and the Hollywood Hills stand there, stand there

full of drunks and insane people and

much kissing in automobiles,

but it’s no good: che sarà, sarà: her dirty white dog simply will not shit, and with a last look at her nails she, with much whirling of buttocks walks to her downstairs court trailed by her constipated dog (simply not worried), leaving me looking at a most unsymphonic pigeon. well, from the looks of things, relax: the bombs will never go off.

the swan (#ulink_ffeef042-e639-55ee-9b5f-23e6630176c0)

swans die in the spring too

and there it floated

dead on a Sunday

sideways

circling in current

and I walked to the rotunda

and overhead

gods in chariots

dogs, women

circled,

and death

ran down my throat

like a mouse,

and I heard the people coming

with their picnic bags

and laughter,

and I felt guilty

for the swan

as if death

were a thing of shame

and like a fool

I walked away

and left them

my beautiful swan.

beans with garlic (#ulink_8092f54a-476f-58d0-b6c6-a8f8f399ffc8)

this is important enough:

to get your feelings down,

it is better than shaving

or cooking beans with garlic.

it is the little we can do

this small bravery of knowledge

and there is of course

madness and terror too

in knowing

that some part of you

wound up like a clock

can never be wound again

once it stops.

but now

there’s a ticking under your shirt

and you whirl the beans with a spoon,

one love dead, one love departed

another love . . .

ah! as many loves as beans