Charles Simic Quotes

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.

I love breasts, hard Full breasts, guarded By a button. They come in the night. The bestiaries of the ancients Which include the unicorn Have kept them out. Pearly, like the east An hour before sunrise, Two ovens of the only Philosopher’s stone Worth bothering about. They bring on their nipples Beads of inaudible sighs, […]