sway with me, everything sad —
madmen in stone houses
without doors,
lepers steaming love and song
frogs trying to figure
the sky;
sway with me, sad things —
fingers split on a forge
old age like breakfast shell
used books, used people
used flowers, used love
I need you
I need you
I need you:
it has run away
like a horse or a dog,
dead or lost
or unforgiving.
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what desperation is penned here. such a desperation.....the repetition of I need you I need you I need you....like a fervant rant........ahhhhhhhh it pricks, it pricks the heart straight to the core........
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"sway with me, sad things"
could this poem be Bukowski's way of opening himself up for whatever may come his way? Taking all the depression and sadness and allowing it to stay?
That's what it seems like to me. He needs all of this pain and sadness, because without it he doesn't know what to feel.
it's pathetic, sure, but he makes it so damned interesting and lovely.
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