Charles Simic (1938 / Belgrade)
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.
I liked my little hole, Its window facing a brick wall. Next door there was a piano. A few evenings a month
Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.
Eyes Fastened With Pins
How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone
Where it says snow read teeth-marks of a virgin Where it says knife read you passed through my bones
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.
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.
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.
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.
On the road with billowing poplars, In a country flat and desolate To the far-off gray horizon, wherein obscurely, A man and a woman went on foot,
The Partial Explanation
Seems like a long time Since the waiter took my order. Grimy little luncheonette, The snow falling outside.
Read Your Fate
A world's disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already.
To The One Upstairs
Boss of all bosses of the universe. Mr. know-it-all, wheeler-dealer, wire-puller, And whatever else you're good at. Go ahead, shuffle your zeros tonight.
Crazy About Her Shrimp
We don't even take time To come up for air. We keep our mouths full and busy
Here come my night thoughts
Returning from studying the heavens.
What they thought about
Stayed the same,
Stayed immense and incomprehensible.
My mother and father smile at each other
Knowingly above the mantel.