Tuesday 20 December 2016

Poem Without a Title
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.

1 comment:

  1. Brilliant beyond imagining... pray to be able to write like this...

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