“Tending a cliff-hanging Grand Hotel In a country ravaged by civil war. My heart as its only bellhop. My brain as its Chinese cook.” HeartBrainHotel Book:The Voice At 3:00 A.m.: Selected Late and New Poems – A National Book Award Nominee's Brilliant Imagery and Sardonic Wit Source: The Voice At 3:00 A.m.: Selected Late and New Poems – A National Book Award Nominee's Brilliant Imagery and Sardonic Wit
“The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.” HeartSoundBlackStonesMirrorsCricketHush Book:New and Selected Poems: 1962-2012 Source: New and Selected Poems: 1962-2012
“Here in the United States, we speak with reverence of authentic experience. We write poems about our daddies taking us fishing and breaking our hearts by making us throw the little fish back into the river. We even tell the reader the kind of car we were driving, the year and the model, to give the impression that it’s all true. It’s because we think of ourselves as journalists of a kind. Like them, we’ll go anywhere for a story. Don’t believe a word of it. As any poet can tell you, one often sees better with eyes closed than with eyes wide open.” ThinkingGivingWritingYearsBelieveHeartKindLittlesStatesStoriesEyeSpeakUnitedUnited StatesCarPoetReaderModelsRiversDon't BelieveFishesWideDrivingImpressionJournalistFishingReverenceDaddyEyes Wide Open Author:Charles Simic
