Charles Bukowski poems: Bluebird is about sad, love and sex

Charles Bukowski

Alcoholic nerves of Charles Bukowski had many feelings, he was a king in poetry representing life of Sex, violence, love and crime. Almost all of absurd life. Everyone want to read Charles Bukowski poems. Here I found the one, "Bluebird".

Charles Bukowski poems
Charles Bukowski poems are famous worldwide.

One of the great authors of nearly 40 books (including Short stories, Poems and Novels) from New York City and attended Los Angeles city college. Charles Bukowski (b. 16 Aug 1920 — d. 9 March 1994) was German-American poet. He was a heavy drinker and never remembered his best poem written without a glass of liquor.

From his some quotes and poems it has proved that he was a lover of loneliness and his mind works the best when he spent time only with nature. Astonishing thoughtful mind of Bukowski who was best at observing people and their life. He was a great believer of “man takes away nothing when he dies,” keeping that sense he used to live his life like a free bird.

To do a dull thing with style-now that's I call art

Charles Bukowski

In his autobiographical book, Ham On Rye, tales of ordinary man, he wrote how fearful he was, often boys bullied him and got many rejections from girls during college and university. The first spark of love for words was at thirteen. When he moved to New York, his hopeless calendar was full of travelling weeks with many rejections at every door. And from all the crowds, almost many months.

I don't think I have written a poem when I was completely sober

Charles Bukowski

Until he passed the difficult exams of failures of careers in his adulthood, it was like — he was walking miles searching for water in the desert. At the age of 35 Charles Bukowski roamed the city in dark, empty stomach and pockets. Bukowski continued watching dreams, nightmares, keeping hope optionally in the second pocket. However, he never forgot smelling, tasting the words and his wild rhythmic thoughts pouring on the papers.

He was jobless but never hide his expressing strong emotions to poetry lovers. Those days, he said that alcohol, pen and paper were the best companions. His erotic, criminal and chasmic thinking never let him sleep but to keep him awaken and produced best-selling poetry books in later years.

Charles Bukowski Poems are famous. Here is the one I found, bluebird

Thoughts of Bukowski were more toward inclination of death and killing scenes, settings and notes of a dirty old man left every one thrill. Poems of Bukowski were all about realism, fearless, relationship, violence, romance, sex, erotic and his poems somewhat deep thoughts of all and his pen love to walk through the fire.

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Poem Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
You want to screw up the
works?
You want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever,

I only let him out
at night sometimes

when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
Then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with ours
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
You?

Also read: suicidal poet, Sergei Yesenin who proved that despite having bad habits (heavy drinking and outburst publicly), his soul was clean.

And poet: Amy Levy who gave up her life at very young age but her poems and analytical skills is difficult to depict her melancholy life. Robert Stevenson was very passionate about travelling despite his bad health but his poem: “Autumn Fires” won hearts of many.

Walt Whitman poems inspired by Abraham Lincoln?

Walt Whitman

Read one of the intriguing Walt Whitman poems “O Captain my Captain” bring patriotic feeling and the great respect for Abraham Lincoln.

Walt Whitman (b. 31 May 1819 — d. 26 March 1892) of Long Island, who lived around and studied from public school. What was the connection between both? Though Walt Whitman and Abraham Lincoln never met in life.

When he was 12, began falling in love with written words of Shakespeare, Homer, Dante and an avid reader of the Bible. Whitman taught many students on Long Island in one single room and became a teacher.
Finally, he found long waited movement of his true wish, he jumped off the cliff of a single room school house to the bay of journalists. His thoughts and words spinning around in his head prove his journalism best.

The founder of The Long-Islander Walt Whitman poems inspired by Abraham Lincoln
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The founder of The Long-Islander

He founded a newspaper called “The Long-Islander” Walt also known as one of the famous editors who edited many newspaper articles of Brooklyn and New York City. Whitman’s poems, O Captain! Written shortly after the death of US President Abraham Lincoln (<< read handwritten letter of Abraham Lincoln to Lydia Parker Bixby). Whitman expressed his intense grief and mythical connection of Mr Lincoln. The Poem, O Captain! My Captain! Became so famous and popular during his time.
During the American Civil War, Whitman soon reached to the Hospitals of Washington DC and volunteered.

He worked for government although he never met Lincoln in his life. Walt felt so close to him and shook upon the assassination of the president. “The Saturday Press” was the first who published the poem, “O Captain!

Abraham Lincoln: Walt Whitman poems inspired by Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln

The poem “O Captain” generated a lot of connection of Walt Whitman for Abraham

It is one of the famous Walt Whitman poems and it is the most enjoyed

O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! Heart! Heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you, they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! Dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Read collection of Walt Whitman's poems published by Oxford University Press

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Poetry of Edna St Vincent Millay taught us Growing old is dying young

Poetry of Edna St Vincent Millay says through her poetry that drives man's brain in conclusion. Stating that how growing old helps to die young. To learn, read her poem, “To A Poet That Died Young”.

Close up of Edna

Edna St Vincent Millay (b. 22 Feb 1892 — d. 19 Oct 1950) earned a gold badge for poetry when she was 14 and became a well-known poet at 15 along with increasing her several flummoxed romantic relationship with men and women during her college years.

One of the famous figures of Greenwich Village and prominent poet from Sonnets. The smart and intelligent Millay had called herself Nancy Boyd and refused many proposals of publishing her work with her real name. She was not less than any celebrity in 1920, and used to appear in newspapers and magazines.
In the year 1923 she had received a Pulitzer Price for her contribution in literature.

The House of Millay

Her brilliancy in literature anyone could guess from her below poem. Learn how “growing old is dying young” from the below poem.

Edna St Vincent Millay Poem: “To A Poet That Died Young”

Minstrel, what have you to do
With this man that, after you,
Sharing not your happy fate,
Sat as England's Laureate?
Vainly, in these iron days,
Strives the poet in your praise,
Minstrel, by whose singing side
Beauty walked, until you died.
Still, though none should hark again,
Drones the blue-fly in the pane,
Thickly crusts the blackest moss,
Blows the rose its musk across,
Floats the boat that is forgot
None the less to Camelot.
Many a bard's untimely death
Lends unto his verses breath;
Here's a song was never sung:
Growing old is dying young.
Minstrel, what is this to you:
That a man you never knew,
When your grave was far and green,
Sat and gossiped with a queen?
Thalia knows how rare a thing
Is it, to grow old and sing;
When a brown and tepid tide
Closes in on every side.
Who shall say if Shelley's gold
Had withstood it to grow old?

Before Edna's advice in her above poem, starts with a question and gist quite impressive. However, it takes us through a series of thoughts. Growing old is dying young gives us feelings of who look at your photo and who will talk about you and your good stories. The poetry of st Edna Vincent Millay is remarkable and evergreen.

The Strength and adversity of Marianne Moore in her anthology

Poetry of Marianne MooreA Jelly Fish” tells us at starting with visibility and invisibility feelings on her loneliness. It all follows till the end of the poem. Inhabit is the only left on the earth in living of any person, animal or any kind of creature. There is no escape on this holy land. Thus, she made it successfully, thought-provoking life of loneliness turning Moore to one of the best poets of the nineteenth century.

Harriet Monroe (the editor of Latter) would describe her works,

"Elliptically Musical Profundity"

Poem: “A Jelly Fish” by Marianne Moore

Visible, invisible,
A fluctuating charm,
An amber-colored amethyst
Inhabits it; your arm
Approaches, and
It opens and
It closes;
You have meant
To catch it,
And it shrivels;
You abandon
Your intent
It opens, and it
Closes and you
Reach for it
The blue
Surrounding it
Grows cloudy, and
It floats away
From you.

The poet says that an attraction never last longer, a constant. It fluctuates times to time. Probably a purple stone does that, and inhibits the charms. It sometimes kept that consistency, sometimes opens and sometimes closes, however, not permanently. And one particular day, it faded away, disappears into the clouds away from you.

— T. S. Eliot wrote,

My conviction has remained unchanged for the last 14 years that Miss Moore's poems form part of the small body of durable poetry written in our time.

Her poems are difficult to understand and written on many subjects at a time. When Moore died in 1972. All of her works including her drawings, books papers and written works left to Philadelphia's Rosen bach Museum and Library.

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