Only brooms Know the devil Still exists, That the snow grows whiter After a crow has flown over it
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. - Charles Simic
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
- Charles Simic
He who cannot howl will not find his pack. - Charles Simic
He who cannot howl will not find his pack.
In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to pl… - Charles Simic
In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to pl…
The secret wish of poetry is to stop time. - Charles Simic
The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.
The world is beautiful but not sayable. That's why we need art. - Charles Simic
The world is beautiful but not sayable. That's why we need art.
When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook. - Charles Simic
When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook.
The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking m… - Charles Simic
The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking m…
If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church. - Charles Simic
If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.
Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships. - Charles Simic
Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.
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