If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper. Charles Simic More Quotes by Charles Simic More Quotes From Charles Simic Only brooms Charles Simic crow evil snow The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats. Charles Simic stones want writing Poetry is an orphan of silence. Charles Simic orphan silence poetry-is Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator. Charles Simic pages making-love summer I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck Charles Simic color luck people The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket. Charles Simic black mirrors heart Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships. Charles Simic inside bottle others empty
