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
This is a great poem!
ReplyDeleteVery sad indeed and only Hank could pen it that way. RIP
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDeleteDo 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