Two Dogs

From the light came William Wordswoth and from midnight came Charles Bukowski.  Two poets.  Two dogs fighting to fetch the same stick.

 

From Wordsworth: Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine...

From Bukowski: before Aids

I’m glad I got to them

all, I’m glad I got so many of them

in.

I flipped them

poked them

gored them.

…I picked them off

the barstools

like

ripe plums.

And remember, it was Wordsworth who said: “To begin, begin!”   And Bukowski is widely regarded as having said: “Find what you love and let it kill you.”

--Mitchell Hegman