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Charles Simic
This strange thing must have crept
Right out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s neck.
As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.
light gazing, ışığa bakmak
Monday, September 1, 2008
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2 comments:
mais um grande poema vindo daqui.
um gd beijinho. mais uma vez
jorge
hey jorge! charles simic, para a lista de compras. ;) beijinho para ti
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