As The Sparrow
by Charles Bukowski
To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare
Labels: As The Sparrow, Charles Bukowski, life, love, Outlandish Thoughts, poetry, poets
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Awesome picture - with the blood red color it matches the poem so well.
This poem is so grim I can only hope and wish that Charles Bukowski was wrong about what he says to me.
Intense Guy said...
June 25, 2009 at 6:47 AM