My Noiseless Entourage
This new selection of poems from Charles Simic demonstrates once more his wit, ethical acuity, and amazing use of images. His settings are a farmhouse porch, a used-clothing shop, empty station systems; his topics love, futility, and the experience of anyone existence lived between a crowd of literal and imaginary presences. either sharp and sympathetic, the poems of this assortment ensure Simic's position as some of the most vital and beautiful poets of our time.
observed its feathers fly, Wings darken, Or have been they rat's whiskers? You even observed your ears disappear In its pocket. Churchwarden's ears Pinched uncooked with chilly. *** Dustball alchemists below the mattress, Cobweb wigmakers, Mirrors by no means checked out. A tongue on its own In a birdcage coated with a blue paintings blouse For the evening, asking: what percentage mins In a pitcher of water by means of the bedside? what number gradual sips? *** Blood too which flows Like a movement within the woods once you.
My head? the place else? the place else? a person answered cheerfully, Her id and whereabouts an entire secret, a scandal. nighttime dinner party for Michael Krüger Snowflake and laughter salad. Cuckoo-clock soup. Andouillettes of angel and beast. Bowlegged nightingale in aspic. Peep-show soufflé. Fricassee of Cupid with eco-friendly peas. Roasted bust of Socrates with African postage stamps. Venus in her personal gravy. Wines of graveyard fans— Or so I learn in a take-out menu.
Verge of panic. The few people passing the park Quickened our steps, With a cautious, sidelong look At one another. Bent less than a few vague burden, We have been fleeing, Crossing the street and dispersing as though we, too, had wings. THE HEADLINE how you sat on the kitchen desk Made you appear to be you have been looking at your ft Or contemplating your next step On an invisible chessboard. fact to inform, you have been doing neither. It used to be seven o'clock within the morning. You have been.
brain is a rustic church Overrun with mice. whilst sunrise breaks, The saints kneel, The tyrants feed their hounds Chunks of bloody meat. within the PLANETARIUM Never-yet-equaled, wide-screen blockbuster That grew progressively more muddled After a wonderful establishing shot. The velocity, even for the main sufferer Killingly sluggish regardless of the promise Of a show-stopping, eye-popping finishing: The surprising shriveling of the entire To its teensy start line, erasing all— together with this bag of.
Popcorn we're sharing. definite, an exciting yet ultimately frustrating Puzzle with out solution approaching this night From the massive forged of stars and galaxies In what will be referred to as a prodigious Expenditure of time, funds and skill. "Let's get the fuck out of here," I stated simply as her upraised eyes grew wet and she or he confided to me, a lot too loudly, "I have by no means obvious something so beautiful." within the MORNING HALF-AWAKE A reminiscence of a cloudless summer time sky, The based boredom of bushes On.