Treasure Island

Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

What A Writer


what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
word
and with charm
and gamble
gave us lines
that sliced through the
dung.

how it was needed!
how we were withering
away
in the old
tired
manner.

of course, then came all
the e.e. cummings
copyists.
they copied him then
as the others had
copied Keats, Shelly,
Swinburne, Byron, et
al.

but there was only
one
e.e. cummings.
of course.

one sun.

one moon.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Richard Hexem (4/3/2010 11:26:00 PM)

    Yes, indeed, one sun, one moon and one Charles Bukowsky. Don't think the world could handle two. But, it certainly would be interesting. (Report) Reply

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