Charles Simic

(1938 / Belgrade)

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/5/2016 5:34:00 AM)

    a translation into Italian of the poem 'Meet Eddie' by Charles Simic:

    'Meet Eddie'

    VI PRESENTO EDDIE

    Che ha una vita felice come una lattina di birra
    che precipita a valle lungo un torrente,
    che gira alla larga da alcune rocce
    mentre sbatte a capofitto contro altre,

    e che si lancia un un vortice da far girare la testa
    come una bambina sullo sgabello di un pianoforte,
    con l’acqua che urla al suo rapido passare:
    Sei pronto ad affrontare il tuo Creatore?

    E il bosco attorno comincia a sfoltirsi
    e agli alberi si rizzano i capelli in testa
    mentre lui si prepara ad affrontare le cascate
    come un cieco legato alla sua fisarmonica.

    (Charles Simic - poem tramslated by Damiano Abeni e Moira Egan)

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  • Neal Davies (1/18/2015 6:15:00 PM)

    Simic is one of my desert island poets...I've esteemed him with the best of 20th century
    poets. I was surprised to learn he became laureate...guess I figured he was too good to be
    honored by the US Government. Growing up under Nazi occupation would tend to attune
    one to the eerie and fantastic. Always a plate of wilted mushrooms served by a
    one legged dancer....a cornucopia of corn...nbd

  • Adnana Karahasanovic Zeljkovic (5/26/2010 3:58:00 AM)

    Aren't we all your metaphor of a meek sheep with dark truth under our eyelids? And what are we going to do about it? / Hamlet's dilemma or waiting for Godo... Isn't all our life about it?

  • John Paisley (8/5/2007 1:10:00 PM)

    Simic got the poet laureate job the other day. I never heard of him before. Some poet. So I been checking him out on the web. Reading his stuff. He has an interview where he quips. He might be a funny guy. Likes jazz. I might like him but first I need to pick him apart.

Nancy Jane

Grandma laughing on her deathbed.
Eternity, the quiet one, listening in.

Like moths around an oil lamp we were.
Like ragdolls tucked away in the attic.

In walked a cat with a mouthful of feathers.
(How about that?)

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