I am looking for the words of a poem that talks about a crow flying far from home. Can anyone help me with this?
Yes, I'm sure. He talks about a crow flying far from home, and something about an iris...then he talks about his daughter running across the room...this second part may not be from the same poem/quote, but it's another part I am trying to find the words to.You sure about that? I don't recall anything like that. Bukowski rarely wrote about crows, and never about a crow far from home. Not in a collected poem, anyway.
he talks about his daughter running across the room...this second part may not be from the same poem/quote, but it's another part I am trying to find the words to.
staring at this sheet of white paper
I begin to think that some of my critics are
right.
she walks into the room again and looks at
me.
"blubbermouth," she says, "hello, blubbermouth."
I ignore her.
she reaches up and tugs at my beard.
"hey, when you gonna take that mask off?
I'm sick of that mask."
then she goes to the bathroom
and with the door open she sits on the pot.