Saturday, December 22, 2007

a song with no end

An e-friend of mine got me started reading Bukowski a few years back, I really like this one.

a song with no end

when Walt Whitman wrote, "I sing the body electric"

I know what he
meant
I know what he
wanted:

to be completely alive every moment
in spite of the inevitable.

we can't cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us

it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours.

by Charles Bukowski

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