Thursday, February 7, 2013

Charles Simic

I've been reading some of Charles Simic's poetry lately.

I'd heard some about him before, but never felt inclined to pick his poems up to read, until I read this bit from his Paris Review interview:

INTERVIEWER
What would you recommend a poet study?

SIMIC
There’s no preparation for poetry. Four years of grave digging with a nice volume of poetry or a book of philosophy in one’s pocket would serve as well as any university.


Then I read this poem and decided I rather like him.


CLOUDS GATHERING


It seemed the kind of life we wanted.
Wild strawberries and cream in the morning.
Sunlight in every room.
The two of us walking by the sea naked.

Some evenings, however, we found ourselves
Unsure of what comes next.
Like tragic actors in a theater on fire,
With birds circling over our heads,
The dark pines strangely still,
Each rock we stepped on bloodied by the sunset.

We were back on our terrace sipping wine.
Why always this hint of an unhappy ending?
Clouds of almost human appearance
Gathering on the horizon, but the rest lovely
With the air so mild and the sea untroubled.

The night suddenly upon us, a starless night.
You lighting a candle, carrying it naked
Into our bedroom and blowing it out quickly.
The dark pines and grasses strangely still.




2 comments:

The exchange of ideas is a key part of the human experience, don't you think? I would love to hear from you.

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