Alone Edgar Allan Poe So Now Charles Bukowski
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“Alone”
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
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From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were I have not seen
As others saw I could not bring
My passions from a common spring


From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I lov’d I lov’d alone
Then in my childhood in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view

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So Now? by Charles Bukowski

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!

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