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    • POEM: The Most Beautiful Woman In Town by Charles Bukowski (8/3/2007 3:14:00 AM)

      I think the text was too large too large to submit so here's a link to the actual poem. http: //www.americanpoems.com/poets/Charles-Bukowski/194

    • POEM: Nirvana by Charles Bukowski (8/3/2007 3:09:00 AM)

      This is not the full text of the poem. It's actually much more interesting and meaningful than that. The full text of this poem taken from another poetry site (americanpoems.com) is:

      not much chance,
      completely cut loose from
      purpose,
      he was a young man
      riding a bus
      through North Carolina
      on the wat to somewhere
      and it began to snow
      and the bus stopped
      at a little cafe
      in the hills
      and the passengers
      entered.
      he sat at the counter
      with the others,
      he ordered and the
      food arived.
      the meal was
      particularly
      good
      and the
      coffee.
      the waitress was
      unlike the women
      he had
      known.
      she was unaffected,
      there was a natural
      humor which came
      from her.
      the fry cook said
      crazy things.
      the dishwasher.
      in back,
      laughed, a good
      clean
      pleasant
      laugh.
      the young man watched
      the snow through the
      windows.
      he wanted to stay
      in that cafe
      forever.
      the curious feeling
      swam through him
      that everything
      was
      beautiful
      there,
      that it would always
      stay beautiful
      there.
      then the bus driver
      told the passengers
      that it was time
      to board.
      the young man
      thought, I'll just sit
      here, I'll just stay
      here.
      but then
      he rose and followed
      the others into the
      bus.
      he found his seat
      and looked at the cafe
      through the bus
      window.
      then the bus moved
      off, down a curve,
      downward, out of
      the hills.
      the young man
      looked straight
      foreward.
      he heard the other
      passengers
      speaking
      of other things,
      or they were
      reading
      or
      attempting to
      sleep.
      they had not
      noticed
      the
      magic.
      the young man
      put his head to
      one side,
      closed his
      eyes,
      pretended to
      sleep.
      there was nothing
      else to do-
      just to listen to the
      sound of the
      engine,
      the sound of the
      tires
      in the
      snow.