Treasure Island

Charles Simic

(9 May 1938)

Quotations

  • ''Only brooms
    Know the devil
    Still exists,

    That the snow grows whiter
    After a crow has flown over it,''
    Charles Simic (b. 1938), Yugoslav-U.S. poet. Brooms (l. 1-5). . . American Poetry Anthology, The. Daniel Halpern, ed. (1975) Avon Books.
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  • ''And then finally there's your grandmother
    Sweeping the dust of the nineteenth century
    Into the twentieth, and your grandfather plucking
    A straw out of the broom to pick his teeth.''
    Charles Simic (b. 1938), Yugoslav-U.S. poet. Brooms (l. 55-58). . . American Poetry Anthology, The. Daniel Halpern, ed. (1975) Avon Books.
  • ''They are sworn enemies of lyric poetry.
    In prison they accompany the jailer,
    Enter cells to hear confessions.
    Their short-end comes down
    When you least expect it.''
    Charles Simic (b. 1938), Yugoslav-U.S. poet. Brooms (l. 17-21). . . American Poetry Anthology, The. Daniel Halpern, ed. (1975) Avon Books.
  • ''There are knives that glitter like altars
    In a dark church
    Where they bring the cripple and the imbecile
    To be healed.

    There's a woden block where bones are broken,
    Scraped clean—a river dried to its bed''
    Charles Simic (b. 1938), Yugoslav-U.S. poet. Butcher Shop (l. 9-14). . . New Naked Poetry, The; Recent American Poetry in Open Forms. Stephen Berg and Robert Mezey, eds. (1976) The Bobbs-Merrill Company.
  • ''This strange thing must have crept
    Right out of hell.
    It resembles a bird's foot
    Worn around the cannibal's neck.''
    Charles Simic (b. 1938), Yugoslav-U.S. poet. Fork (l. 1-4). . . American Poetry Anthology, The. Daniel Halpern, ed. (1975) Avon Books.

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Pocket Theatre

Fingers in an overcoat pocket. Fingers sticking out of a black leather glove. The nails chewed raw. One play is called "Thieves' Market," another "Night in a Dime Museum." The fingers when they strip are like bewitching nude bathers or the fake wooden limbs in a cripple factory. No one ever sees the play: you put your hand in somebody else's pocket

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