Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Found

Found tonight a poem about one of my favorite writers, by one of my favorite writers:

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

Charles Bukowski

3 comments:

Erin Berger Guendelsberger said...

This is a great poem!

Unknown said...

Very sad indeed and only Hank could pen it that way. RIP

Alistair said...

Lovely poem.

Do you know the work of Norman MacCaig? I've been posting some of his work in a series through my blog.

Looking at this, you may like his work....

http://crivensjingsandhelpmaboab.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-post_17.html

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