Charles Simic is one of my all time favorite poets.
I have been composing a fan letter to Charles Simic for a few months now. It usually starts with "Dear Mr. Simic, You are my favorite poet..."
and then it falls apart. He teaches at the University of New Hampshire which temporarily made me think I should try and get into their MFA program until I remembered that I'm not that great of a poet nor would getting an MFA do much for me personally other than sink me further into academic debt. Here are 2 of my favorites:
Watermelons
Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.
Summer In The Country
One shows me how to lie down in a field of clover.
Another how to slip my hand under her Sunday skirt.
Another how to kiss with a mouth full of blackberries.
Another how to catch fireflies in a jar after dark.
Here is a stable with a single black mare
And the proof of God's existence riding in a red nightgown.
Devil's child-or whatever she was?
Having the nerve to ask me to go get her a whip.
Blissful.
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