Autumn Sky

By Charles Simic b. 1938 Charles Simic
In my great grandmother's time,   
All one needed was a broom   
To get to see places   
And give the geese a chase in the sky.   


The stars know everything,   
So we try to read their minds.   
As distant as they are,   
We choose to whisper in their presence.   


Oh Cynthia,   
Take a clock that has lost its hands   
For a ride.   
Get me a room at Hotel Eternity   
Where Time likes to stop now and then.   


Come, lovers of dark corners,   
The sky says,   
And sit in one of my dark corners.   
There are tasty little zeroes   
In the peanut dish tonight.

Source: Poetry (October 2002).


This poem originally appeared in the October 2002 issue of Poetry magazine

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October 2002
 Charles  Simic


Charles Simic is widely recognized as one of the most visceral and unique poets writing today. Simic’s work has won numerous awards, among them the 1990 Pulitzer Prize, the MacArthur Foundation “genius grant,” the Griffin International Poetry Prize, and, simultaneously, the Wallace Stevens Award and appointment as U.S. Poet Laureate. He taught English and creative writing for over thirty years at the University of New Hampshire. . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Time & Brevity, Living, Fall

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

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