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Cargando... No Land in Sight: Poemspor Charles Simic
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From one of America's most beloved poets, a piercing new collection reflecting on the characters and encounters that haunt us through this life and into the next. Leading us into a city stirring with gravediggers and beggars, lovers and dogs, Charles Simic returns with a brilliant collection full of his singular wit, dark humor, and tenderheartedness. In poems that are often as spare as they are monumental, he captures the fleeting moments of modern life--peering inside pawnshop windows, brushing shoulders with strangers on the street, and walking familiar cemetery rows--to uncover all the beauty and worry hiding in plain sight. As the poet reflects on a lifetime's worth of pleasure and loss, he recalls instances when he "made excuses and hurried away," and considers the way memory always trails just behind. No Land in Sight is a testament to all we leave in our wake and, simultaneously, all we hang on to: the passing minutes, the evening's stillness, and the many lives we inhabit in dim thresholds and bright mornings alike. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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Tango
Slinky black dress
On a wire hanger
In an empty closet
its door slid open
To catch the draft
From an open window
And make it dance
As in a deep trance
The empty hangers
Clicking in unison
Like knitting needles
Or disapproving tongues.
from No Land in Sight by Charles Simic
And poems of insight into the common experience.
In the Lockdown
I might have gone stir-crazy,
If not for my memories,
Those lifelong companions
Cooped up with me for months
And eager to console me
With stories of men and women
Who withdraw from the world,
And endured years of solitude
And dark nights of the soul
Thriving in some hole-in-the-wall
Where they found lasting peace
Obeying a voice in their heads
Telling them to just sit quietly,
So that the quiet can teach them
Everything they ought to know.
from No Land in Sight by Charles Simi
There are personal memories of a life unlike my own.
Where Do My Gallows Stand?
Outside the window
I looked out as a child
In an occupied city
Quiet as a graveyard.
from No Land in Sight by Charles Simic
Many of the poems are reductions that pack a punch bigger than their size would indicate. Charles Simic writes of quietly falling snow, dogs barking in the night, the hopefulness of an old woman going to the mailbox. Commonplace visions reveal depths of emotion, a few overheard words paint a portrait.
The opening poem is Fate, consisting of one line: “everyone’s blind date.” We ruefully chuckle.
At first I was puzzled by these poems, seemingly so direct and transparent. As I read on, I realized their beauty and truth. I will seek out his earlier work.
I received a free book from A A Knopf. My review is fair and unbiased. (