Simic is one of my desert island poets...I've esteemed him with the best of 20th century
poets. I was surprised to learn he became laureate...guess I figured he was too good to be
honored by the US Government. Growing up under Nazi occupation would tend to attune
one to the eerie and fantastic. Always a plate of wilted mushrooms served by a
one legged dancer....a cornucopia of corn...nbd
Simic got the poet laureate job the other day. I never heard of him before. Some poet. So I been checking him out on the web. Reading his stuff. He has an interview where he quips. He might be a funny guy. Likes jazz. I might like him but first I need to pick him apart.
The Partial Explanation
Seems like a long time Since the waiter took my order. Grimy little luncheonette, The snow falling outside.
Seems like it has grown darker Since I last heard the kitchen door Behind my back Since I last noticed