Posted by Sigismund on April 12, 2009, at 16:24:56
In reply to Poet Laureate 2008, posted by fayeroe on April 11, 2009, at 22:08:16
I've seen his stuff in the New York Review of Books. I had not realised he was from the US now. I looked this up; I like it.
Hotel Insomnia
I liked my little hole,
Its window facing a brick wall.
Next door there was a piano.
A few evenings a month
a crippled old man came to play
"My Blue Heaven."Mostly, though, it was quiet.
Each room with its spider in heavy overcoat
Catching his fly with a web
Of cigarette smoke and revery.
So dark,
I could not see my face in the shaving mirror.At 5 A.M. the sound of bare feet upstairs.
The "Gypsy" fortuneteller,
Whose storefront is on the corner,
Going to pee after a night of love.
Once, too, the sound of a child sobbing.
So near it was, I thought
For a moment, I was sobbing myself.Charles Simic
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