Charles Simic

(1938 / Belgrade)

Charles Simic Poems

1. "I am the last . . ." 6/23/2017
2. A Book Full Of Pictures 1/13/2003
3. A Letter 6/24/2017
4. Against Whatever It Is That's Encroaching 6/24/2017
5. Against Winter 1/13/2003
6. Autumn Sky 4/28/2015
7. Charon's Cosmology 6/23/2017
8. Classic Ballroom Dances 6/24/2017
9. Clouds Gathering 1/13/2003
10. Concerning My Neighbors, the Hittites 6/23/2017
11. Country Fair 1/13/2003
12. Crazy About Her Shrimp 12/15/2014
13. Eastern European Cooking 6/24/2017
14. Empire of Dreams 11/23/2015
15. Errata 1/13/2003
16. Evening Walk 6/24/2017
17. Eyes Fastened With Pins 1/13/2003
18. Fork 6/23/2017
19. Heights Of Folly 1/13/2003
20. Hotel Insomnia 1/13/2003
21. In the Library 6/24/2017
22. Labor and Capital 6/24/2017
23. Late September 1/20/2003
24. Mirrors At 4 A.M 4/6/2015
25. My Shoes 5/25/2015
26. My Weariness of Epic Proportions 6/24/2017
27. Nancy Jane 6/23/2017
28. Night Music 6/24/2017
29. Old Couple 6/23/2017
30. On this Very Street in Belgrade 5/16/2015
31. Paradise Motel 1/13/2003
32. Past-Lives Therapy 6/23/2017
33. Pigeons at Dawn 6/18/2015
34. Pocket Theatre 1/13/2003
35. Private Eye 1/13/2003
36. Prodigy 6/23/2017
37. Puppet-Maker 6/23/2017
38. Read Your Fate 1/13/2003
39. Secret History 3/17/2015
40. So Early in the Morning 6/24/2017
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 ...

Read the full of Against Winter

Late September

The mail truck goes down the coast
Carrying a single letter.
At the end of a long pier
The bored seagull lifts a leg now and then
And forgets to put it down.
There is a menace in the air
Of tragedies in the making.

Last night you thought you heard television

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