Charles Simic

(1938 / Belgrade)

Empire of Dreams - Poem by Charles Simic

On the first page of my dreambook
It's always evening
In an occupied country.
Hour before the curfew.
A small provincial city.
The houses all dark.
The storefronts gutted.

I am on a street corner
Where I shouldn't be.
Alone and coatless
I have gone out to look
For a black dog who answers to my whistle.
I have a kind of Halloween mask
Which I am afraid to put on.


Comments about Empire of Dreams by Charles Simic

  • (1/7/2016 7:00:00 AM)


    Beautiful dream. You can dream any thing and you can be any one in it. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015



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