Henry Charles Bukowski (Генри Чарльз Буковски)

For Jane

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

1. Rhyming Poem
2. goading the muse
3. So Now?
4. consummation of grief
5. how is your heart?

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