"Charles Simic is widely recognized as one of the most visceral and unique poets writing today. His work has won numerous awards, among them the 1990 Pulitzer Prize, a MacArthur Foundation “genius grant,” the Griffin International Poetry Prize, the Wallace Stevens Award, and the appointment as US poet laureate. He taught English and creative writing for over 30 years at the University of New Hampshire. Although he emigrated to the US from Yugoslavia as a teenager, Simic writes in English, drawing upon his own experiences of war-torn Belgrade to compose poems about the physical and spiritual poverty of modern life."
The Escapee
The name of a girl I once loved
Flew off the tip of my tongue
In the street today,
Like a pet fly
Kept in a matchbox by a madman –
Gone!
Making my mouth fall open
And stay open,
So everyone walking past me could see.
As I Was Saying
That fat orange cat
Slipping in and out
Of the town jail
Whenever it pleases,
How about that?
Autumn Evening
Poor goldfish
Some kid threw in
A rain puddle.
No, worse than that!
Swimming
In a dead man’s
Pickle jar.
Yeah, poor goldfish.