Charles Simic

(1938 / Belgrade)

A Book Full Of Pictures - Poem by Charles Simic

Father studied theology through the mail
And this was exam time.
Mother knitted. I sat quietly with a book
Full of pictures. Night fell.
My hands grew cold touching the faces
Of dead kings and queens.

There was a black raincoat
      in the upstairs bedroom
Swaying from the ceiling,
But what was it doing there?
Mother's long needles made quick crosses.
They were black
Like the inside of my head just then.

The pages I turned sounded like wings.
"The soul is a bird," he once said.
In my book full of pictures
A battle raged: lances and swords
Made a kind of wintry forest
With my heart spiked and bleeding in its branches.


Comments about A Book Full Of Pictures by Charles Simic

  • Fabrizio Frosini (3/5/2016 2:52:00 AM)


    ''The soul is a bird'' - 'L'anima è un uccello' (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (1/7/2016 5:05:00 PM)


    This is great writing. He lifts his memory up for us to read and we find a like memory resonating in ourselves... when we were young we became that story in the picture book (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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