Charles Simic (May 09, 1938 -) The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think …
Charles Simic On Poetry
Charles Simic (May 09, 1938 -) There's no preparation for poetry. Four years of grave digging with a nice volume of poetry or a book of philosophy in one's pocket would serve as well as any university.
Charles Simic On Writing
Charles Simic (May 09, 1938 -) I write to annoy God, to make Death laugh. I write because I can't get it right. I write because I want every woman in the world to fall in love with me.