DIE BESTEN GEDICHTE DES CHARLES BUKOWSKI (TEIL 45): SONG FOR THIS SOFTLY-SWEEPING SORROW

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DIE BESTEN GEDICHTE DES

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CHARLES BUKOWSKI

(TEIL 45)

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SONG FOR THIS SOFTLY-SWEEPING

SORROW

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One must arise

above all this shit,

keep growing …

destiny is only a whore if we make her

so.

Let’s light lights

let’s suffer in the grand style –

toothpick in mouth, grinning.

We can do it.

We were born strong and we will die

strong.

The manner of our living

like ocean liners in the fog …

thorns on roses …

blase boys trotting the parks in swim suits.

It has been very

good.

Our bones

like stems into the sky

will forever cry

victory.

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