One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.
Charles SimicThe stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.
Charles SimicI was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!
Charles SimicThe religion of the short poem, in every age and in every literature, has a single commandment: Less is always more. The short poem rejects preamble and summary. It's about all and everything, the metaphysics of a few words surrounded by much silence. โฆThe short poem is a match flaring up in a dark universe.
Charles Simic