How To Meditate – by Jack Kerouac

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O Captain! My Captain! – By Walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain! O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port...

“Between Us Now” – by Thomas Hardy

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City That Does Not Sleep – by Federico García Lorca

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I’m Nobody! Who Are You? – By Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you? I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – ...

There Is A June When Corn Is Cut – by Emily Dickinson

There Is A June When Corn Is Cut There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But...

I’M In Love – by Charles Bukowski

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Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda

Love Sonnet XI I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me,...

Dostoevsky by Charles Bukowski

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Sean Connery reads ”Ithaka” by Constantine P. Cavafy

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Are You Drinking? – by Charles Bukowski

washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will see the doctor, Monday. "yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head- aches and...

Howl by Allen Ginsberg

For Carl Solomon I   I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking...

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