Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket. – Charles Simic
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. – Charles Simic
Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket. – Charles Simic
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. – Charles Simic
Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships. – Charles Simic