Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.
Charles SimicPoetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
Charles SimicWords make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.
Charles SimicPoetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
Charles Simic