Poem Without a Title
Charles Simic
Charles Simic
I say to the lead,
“Why did you let
yourself
Be cast into a
bullet?
Have you forgotten
the alchemists?
Have you given up
hope
Of turning into
gold?”
Nobody answers.
Lead. Bullet.
With names like
that
The sleep is deep
and long.
Brilliant beyond imagining... pray to be able to write like this...
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