Charles Simic

(9 May 1938)

Paradise Motel - Poem by Charles Simic

Millions were dead; everybody was innocent.
I stayed in my room. The President
Spoke of war as of a magic love potion.
My eyes were opened in astonishment.
In a mirror my face appeared to me
Like a twice-canceled postage stamp.

I lived well, but life was awful.
there were so many soldiers that day,
So many refugees crowding the roads.
Naturally, they all vanished
With a touch of the hand.
History licked the corners of its bloody mouth.

On the pay channel, a man and a woman
Were trading hungry kisses and tearing off
Each other's clothes while I looked on
With the sound off and the room dark
Except for the screen where the color
Had too much red in it, too much pink.


Comments about Paradise Motel by Charles Simic

  • Rookie Bob Beers (2/4/2009 5:33:00 PM)

    AFRAID

    To email my poem to
    Charles Simic, but I do.

    To watch his eyes examine
    a bike with broken training wheels
    kid bleeding from a fall.

    Too much to fathom.

    But there
    in Santa’s red thread
    under the tree
    a gift wrapped beauty

    To: Bob.

    Angels hover closer.
    Inside the blue box is
    Charlie’s gift:
    a diamond sculpture
    of his newest poem,
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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