Henry Charles Bukowski (Генри Чарльз Буковски)

So Now?

the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
I am waiting to live,
waiting to die.
I wish I could ring in some bravery.
it's a lousy fix
but the tree outside doesn't know:
I watch it moving with the wind
in the late afternoon sun.
there's nothing to declare here,
just a waiting.
each faces it alone.
Oh, I was once young,
Oh, I was once unbelievably
young! 

1. sway with me
2. big night on the town
3. Small Conversation in the Afternoon with John Fante
4. what can we do?
5. Here I Am ...

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