modern poetry

Good Night

  I sit down slightly drunk   Not enough to be great But perhaps enough to be good   Let’s see   The sky is clear My husband sleeps   I am a wife a woman grown I shall never taste the soup I cook   Tonight I traced The city clean I approach my […]

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The Difference

Most of the poems I’ve read that touch upon spirituality do so with reverence and a prominent bow. But Charles Simic’s “The Old Word” is refreshing because it communicates the vastness of the soul while still managing to be entertaining. Its poetic language is decipherable, crystalline, earthly. Yet just beyond the flowing syllables lies an unknowable substance […]

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