Charles Simic

(1938 / Belgrade)

Charles Simic Poems

1. On this Very Street in Belgrade 5/16/2015
2. My Shoes 5/25/2015
3. Pigeons at Dawn 6/18/2015
4. The Melon 11/17/2015
5. Empire of Dreams 11/23/2015
6. Nancy Jane 6/23/2017
7. Old Couple 6/23/2017
8. Past-Lives Therapy 6/23/2017
9. Prodigy 6/23/2017
10. Puppet-Maker 6/23/2017
11. The Stray 6/23/2017
12. Tapestry 6/23/2017
13. Watch Repair 6/23/2017
14. "I am the last . . ." 6/23/2017
15. Fork 6/23/2017
16. The Friends of Heraclitus 6/23/2017
17. Charon's Cosmology 6/23/2017
18. Concerning My Neighbors, the Hittites 6/23/2017
19. Stone 6/24/2017
20. Classic Ballroom Dances 6/24/2017
21. Eastern European Cooking 6/24/2017
22. In the Library 6/24/2017
23. This Morning 6/24/2017
24. The Writings of the Mystics 6/24/2017
25. My Weariness of Epic Proportions 6/24/2017
26. A Letter 6/24/2017
27. Against Whatever It Is That's Encroaching 6/24/2017
28. Evening Walk 6/24/2017
29. Labor and Capital 6/24/2017
30. The Empress 6/24/2017
31. Night Music 6/24/2017
32. So Early in the Morning 6/24/2017
33. Mirrors At 4 A.M 4/6/2015
34. Secret History 3/17/2015
35. Autumn Sky 4/28/2015
36. Crazy About Her Shrimp 12/15/2014
37. The Wooden Toy 1/13/2003
38. The White Room 1/13/2003
39. The Something 1/13/2003
40. This Morning 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Charles Simic

Against Winter

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 straw.

A meek little lamb you grew your wool
Till they came after you with huge shears.
Flies hovered over open mouth,
Then they, too, flew off like the leaves,
The bare branches reached after them in vain.

Winter coming. Like the last heroic soldier
Of a defeated army, you'll stay at your post,
Head bared to the first snow flake.
Till a neighbor ...

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Pocket Theatre

Fingers in an overcoat pocket. Fingers sticking out of a black leather glove. The nails chewed raw. One play is called "Thieves' Market," another "Night in a Dime Museum." The fingers when they strip are like bewitching nude bathers or the fake wooden limbs in a cripple factory. No one ever sees the play: you put your hand in somebody else's pocket

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