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Only brooms Know the devil Still exists, That the snow grows whiter After a crow has flown over it
Charles Simic
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Charles Simic
Age: 86
Born: 1938
Born: May 9
Anglicist
Essayist
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Poet
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Belgrade
Serbia
Dušan Simić
Čarls Simić
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If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.
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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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