This is my one of the favourite bluebird poem Charles Bukowski wrote. Rhythm of the poem and lyrics make you wild and fall in love for his writing.
Read full poem: Bluebird poem Charles Bukowski
There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
You want to screw up the
works?
You want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m 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
sad.
Then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with ours
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
You?
I wrote full analysis of this poem bluebird here.
Amy Levy who gave up her life at very young age but her poems and analytical skills is difficult to depict her melancholy life. Robert Stevenson was very passionate about travelling despite his bad health but his poem: “Autumn Fires” won hearts of many.
