Henry Charles Bukowski (Генри Чарльз Буковски)

as the sparrow

to give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.

1. raw with love
2. the trash men
3. oh yes
4. Одиночество со всеми • alone with everybody
5. the history of one tough motherfucker

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