Charles+Simic

=Charles Simic By Skyler Ashby= Born on May 9, 1938, in Belgrade, Yugoslavia. Had a hard childhood during WW2. In 1954 he immigrated to The US. Lived around Chicago until 1958. First full length collection of poems, //what the grass says,// was in 1967. 1966 earned Bachelor’s degree from NYU. Received the international Griffin poetry prize in 2005 for //Selected Poems: 1963-2003.// //The World doesn’t End: Prose Poems.// (1990) won a Pulitzer Prize for poetry. Won the fifteenth Poet Laureate Consultant in poetry in 2007.

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Fork by Charles Simic This strange thing must have crept Right out of hell. It resembles a bird’s foot Worn around the cannibal’s neck. As you hold it in your hand, As you stab with it into a piece of meat, It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird: Its head which like your fist Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.

Imitation Poem

Spoons by Skyler Ashby

Cold and faceless the spoon sits in my hand, Always a pacifist, never an aggressor. It sits there lonely and senseless, never being able to make its own choices. Either heartless cold or sweltering warm, it is never comfortable while being used. However, If the spoon is given a face and turned into a piece of art to gaze at and not to be used, It will forever be happy in a purgatory of joy.