The great who died unknown...

I am looking for a poem that has a line that says, "It is not the known great, but the great who died unknown." I believe that this is a Bukowski poem, and was hoping someone would be able to identify it for me.


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The lines are from It's Not Who Lived Here. The poem appeared in The Roominghouse Madrigals (pg.21).


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good choice, Lawless. I too always liked that poem a lot, esp the first lines.
After reading this, I could simply stop. What more can there be?
(Un?)-Fortunately,...i know there is more.
What a great piece. What a great piece.