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Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Charles Simic: The Lunatic

is one snowflake the same or different from another?
(image from Riveredge Nature Center)
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The same snowflake
kept falling out of the gray sky
all afternoon,
falling and falling
and picking itself up
off the ground,
to fall again,
but now more surreptitiously,
more carefully
as ...

(read the end of the poem in The NewYorker)


Acelasi fulg de nea
a tot picat usor din cerul cenusiu
toata dupa amiaza,
picand, picand
si ridicandu-se singur
de pe pamant,
ca sa pice din nou,
dar de-acum mai pe furis,
mai circumspect,
caci noaptea se plimba prin jur sa vada ce se intampla
.


(Charles Simic)

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Charles Simic



He began to make a name for himself in the early to mid 1970s as a literary minimalist, writing terse, imagistic poems. Critics have referred to his poems as tightly constructed Chinese puzzle boxes. Said the poet, words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is merely the bemused spectator.
(wiki)




(A Life in Books)

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