Charles Simic Poems (32 Poems)
Talking To Little Birdies (Charles Simic Poems)
Not a peep out of you now After the bedlam early this morning. Are you begging pardon of me Hidden up there among the leaves, Or are your brains momentarily overtaxed? You savvy a few things I don’t: The overlooked … Continue reading
The Wooden Toy (Charles Simic Poems)
1 The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string To pull him by this way and that Across the floor, Should you care to. A string in-waiting That slipped away … Continue reading
Against Winter (Charles Simic Poems)
The truth is dark under your eyelids. What are you going to do about it? The birds are silent; there’s no one to ask. All day long you’ll squint at the gray sky. When the wind blows you’ll shiver like … Continue reading
Summer In The Country (Charles Simic Poems)
One shows me how to lie down in a field of clover. Another how to slip my hand under her Sunday skirt. Another how to kiss with a mouth full of blackberries. Another how to catch fireflies in jar after … Continue reading
Read Your Fate (Charles Simic Poems)
A world’s disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog, One lone child. You hid your biggest mirror, Your undressed lovers. Someone carted them off In an open truck. They … Continue reading
Mummy’s Curse (Charles Simic Poems)
Befriending an eccentric young woman The sole resident of a secluded Victorian mansion. She takes long walks in the evening rain, And so do I, with my hair full of dead leaves. In her former life, she was an opera … Continue reading
White (Charles Simic Poems)
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out of poverty To begin again: With the color of the bride And that of blindness, Touch what I can Of … Continue reading
Watermelons (Charles Simic Poems)
Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth. (Charles Simic)
The Oldest Child (Charles Simic Poems)
The night still frightens you. You know it is interminable And of vast, unimaginable dimensions. “That’s because His insomnia is permanent,” You’ve read some mystic say. Is it the point of His schoolboy’s compass That pricks your heart? Somewhere perhaps … Continue reading
Errata (Charles Simic Poems)
Where it says snow read teeth-marks of a virgin Where it says knife read you passed through my bones like a police-whistle Where it says table read horse Where it says horse read my migrant’s bundle Apples are to remain … Continue reading
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