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Making art in America is about saving one's soul.
Charles Simic
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Charles Simic
Age: 86
Born: 1938
Born: May 9
Anglicist
Essayist
Journalist
Poet
Translator
University Teacher
Writer
Belgrade
Serbia
Dušan Simić
Čarls Simić
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Soul
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A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.
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The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.
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The truth is dark under your eyelids.
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Only brooms Know the devil Still exists, That the snow grows whiter After a crow has flown over it
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Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.
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If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.
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Here is something we can all count on. Sooner or later our tribe always comes to ask us to agree to murder.
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