Good Poems: “Bluebird,” by Charles Bukowski

Just finished reading The Essential Bukowski, edited by Abel DebrittoRan across Bukowski’s wonderful and amazing poem “Bluebird” again.

The first time I read the poem, I remember thinking, oh, well this is what Emily Dickinson meant.  The poem gave me chills, made me forget what I was doing for a week, and forced me to think about what my metaphorical bluebird was.

I was especially intoxicated by the fourth stanza:

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

Once, about ten years ago, I received a rejection slip once from a prestigious literary journal, in which the editor wrote in cursive over the form letter: “one word lines are not poetry!!”

Someone apparently forgot to tell Bukowski.

Listen to the whole poem and enjoy the intoxication.

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