Wednesday, February 1, 2012

There's a Bluebird in my Heart

My post about song lines got me thinking about poetry in general.  When I was younger and playing at tortured writer I read and wrote A LOT of poetry.  The stuff I wrote is awful and shall remain tucked away in a notebook far from the public eye.  The stuff I read is a different matter altogether Sylvia Plath, Pablo Neruda,  T.S Eliot and e.e. cummings.  Recently, I discovered Charles Bukowski and I am smitten (although I am not sure that’s the right word to use for him).  Did I mention I am usually behind the curve?  Well I am.  Anyway, I thought I’d share my favourite part of my favourite Bukowski poem:

There is a Bluebird in my Heart

There is a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I am too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
Then I put him back
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
and we sleep together like
with our
secret pact
and its nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do

1 comment:

  1. This is awesome! will def have to investigate him further!