I don't read Simic anymore. His poems seem
self-indulgent to me, which wasn't the case in his
early work. Maybe his friendship with James Tate led
him to write jokey poems. Who knows?
Candice
--- Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> To the One Reading Simic
>
>
> Penitentiaries locked down for the night,
> Thousands of felons lying awake in them,
> As we, too, lie awake, mon amour,
> Straining not to hear more than the quiet.
> The furry whiteness at the ceiling
> Of our darkened room like a patient
> Etherized upon a table in the stone-cold morgue.
>
> Do you hear the one reading Simic,
> The faint sounds he makes—licking his finger,
> Turning the pages? It could be your pulse or mine
> In these wrists we lean our cabezas against
> As if Norman Mailer had stopped by to peep
> Through that one tiny crack in our door.
>
>
> [source: "To the One Tunneling" by Charles Simic,
> The New Yorker, Jan. 15, 2001]
>
>
>
> Hal
>
> Halvard Johnson
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