Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame Poem by Charles Bukowski

Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame

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some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ray Schreiber 10 May 2011

To have such words with so much longing dedicated to you 28 years after your passing is a tribute few of us will ever receive.

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Elizabeth Jensen 07 September 2006

I agree....that last line is phenominal.

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David Wood 29 November 2021

Very poignant and very emotional. We make graves in our heart for sadness. She lives now in your heart.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 28 November 2021

So deeply poignant and touching. A one of a kind tribute adorned with superb imagery.

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Chinedu Dike 28 November 2021

Well conceived and nicely crafted with artistic brilliance. A work of an intricate mind...

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Subhojit Kar 01 October 2016

To have such vivid recollections after 28 years and to cherish the memory of the beloved for such a long period is indeed phenomenal

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Assorted Thoughts 09 December 2011

This is one of the best odes An enduring shrine to both the love and the beloved (although, who exactly is this Jane character...?)

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