Charles Simic Biography

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.
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How much death works,
No one knows what a long
Day he puts in. The little
Wife always alone
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Where it says snow
read teeth-marks of a virgin
Where it says knife read
you passed through my bones
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for Hayden Carruth

If you didn't see the six-legged dog,
It doesn't matter.
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I liked my little hole,
Its window facing a brick wall.
Next door there was a piano.
A few evenings a month
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