Treasure Island

Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Carson McCullers


she died of alcoholism
wrapped in a blanket
on a deck chair
on an ocean
steamer.

all her books of
terrified loneliness

all her books about
the cruelty
of loveless love

were all that was left
of her

as the strolling vacationer
discovered her body

notified the captain

and she was quickly dispatched
to somewhere else
on the ship

as everything
continued just
as
she had written it

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • William Larson (4/10/2010 6:32:00 PM)

    I deamed of a clock with no hands- it spanned all the hours of every day. That evening I was at a party in a strangers house and looking at their bookcase saw the book by that name. I asked about it, borrowed it, read it and later bought 'the heart is a lonely hunter', which I am reading today.
    I found this poem in a link at Wikipedia where I was reading her biography. New to me, Carson is (was) an author and thinker with whom I feel a common (kindered) spirit., She is able to bundle story time into a woven fabric to reveal the grace *or lack of it) in her characters hearts. I was in Mississippi in the 60s. I read her books as if viewing living history and real people in a magical television- and my 2010 eyes water over and over.
    Mr. Bukowski expressed in this elegant poem the melancholic drumbeat of her life and death. I am grateful to them, both. (Report) Reply

  • Walter Durk (9/29/2007 8:13:00 PM)

    I like this poem, its directness and the story it tells. He did a fine job in writing this. (Report) Reply

  • B Bikeboy (6/11/2005 3:52:00 AM)

    I happened here by random. I just happened to be listening to the wireless last might and on came a review of o film biography of Charles Bukowski. I didn't actually know who Bukowski was (I think I had him confused with John Belushi) but the review included the reading of a couple of his poems. One had a line which (much paraphrased) went like 'and the clowns shall be turned into rich heroes' LOL! ! ! So I googled Bukowski hoping to find the full text of the poem, and then came across this site and the list of poems and the poem 'Carson McCullers'
    She being close to my favourite author, and the author of one of the texts my year 10 daughter has to study for English Lit (Member of the Wedding, 'I hate that book, why are we always given books about children to read') I thought I'd print it out for her (and introduce myself to the forum) . (Report) Reply

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