Personal anthology: Charles Simic
Charles Simic was just named Poet Laureate. (For the first time in years, they picked someone whose poems I enjoy reading.) So now seems as good a time as any to point to a couple of his poems:
Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.In my great grandmother’s time,
All one needed was a broom
To get to see places
And give the geese a chase in the sky.The stars know everything,
So we try to read their minds.
As distant as they are,
We choose to whisper in their presence.Oh Cynthia,
Take a clock that has lost its hands
For a ride.
Get me a room at Hotel Eternity
Where Time likes to stop now and then.Come, lovers of dark corners,
The sky says,
And sit in one of my dark corners.
There are tasty little zeroes
In the peanut dish tonight.
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