Biography of Charles Simic
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.
Where it says snow read teeth-marks of a virgin Where it says knife read you passed through my bones
I liked my little hole, Its window facing a brick wall. Next door there was a piano. A few evenings a month
Eyes Fastened With Pins
How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone
It seemed the kind of life we wanted. Wild strawberries and cream in the morning. Sunlight in every room. The two of us walking by the sea naked.
for Hayden Carruth If you didn't see the six-legged dog, It doesn't matter.
Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.
Heights Of Folly
O crows circling over my head and cawing! I admit to being, at times, Suddenly, and without the slightest warning, Exceedingly happy.
The School Of Metaphysics
Executioner happy to explain How his wristwatch works As he shadows me on the street. I call him that because he is grim and officious
A Book Full Of Pictures
Father studied theology through the mail And this was exam time. Mother knitted. I sat quietly with a book Full of pictures. Night fell.
Millions were dead; everybody was innocent. I stayed in my room. The President Spoke of war as of a magic love potion. My eyes were opened in astonishment.
Talking To Little Birdies
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,
Read Your Fate
A world's disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already.
St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful and grave, Turned her back on me.
Shoes, secret face of my inner life:
Two gaping toothless mouths,
Two partly decomposed animal skins
Smelling of mice-nests.
My brother and sister who died at birth
Continuing their existence in you,
Guiding my life
Toward their incomprehensible innocence.