Charles Simic

I can't believe I haven't posted this before. One of my favourite works by Charles Simic. Watermelons Charles Simic Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.

Still sick, and consoling myself with books and poems. This Morning Charles Simic Enter without knocking, hard-working ant. I'm just sitting here mulling over What to do this dark, overcast day? It was a night of the radio turned down low, Fitful sleep, vague, troubling

Hot fuck. Just got a C+ on my oral exams in Philosophy. Someone I shouldn't name's birthday in exactly a month from now. Watched a movie. Felt sad because the characters can't go back. Or was I feeling really sad

In love again with a poem. Oh, oh, oh, the little things, and how they tug at my heart. The Partial Explanation Charles Simic Seems like a long time Since the waiter took my order. Grimy little luncheonette, The snow falling outside. Seems like it has grown