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Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

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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
Pages
Summer
Poet
Bemused
Words
Spectator
Make
Spectators
Love
Flies
Like
Heat
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Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.
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Silence is the only language god speaks.
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