Author: Threepenny Editor

I came here in my youth,A wind toy on a string.Saw a street in hell and one in paradise.Saw a room with a light in it so ailingIt could’ve been…

On Grim Reaper’s kneeBouncing like a babyAnd smiling too.No teeth, but what a grin!Everyone’s in love with you.They say DeathHid his face in his hoodSo he could smile too. —Charles…

My little boat,Take care, There is noLand in sight. —Charles Simic Charles Simic has been Poet Laureate of the United States and a winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.…

Mother is knitting for meA sweater in the dark. Father is on all foursSearching for a black cat. —Charles Simic Charles Simic's many books of poems included Come Closer and Listen,…

If it’s true that the devil has his fingerIn every pie, he must be waitingFor the night to fall, the darkness toThicken in the yard, so we won’t see himLick…

Shirts rose on a neighbor’s laundry line,One or two attempting to fly,As three fire engines sped byTo save a church going up in flames. People walking back from the pyreWith…

Ladies and gents in rows of grim portraitsOn a high wall of your town house,Over a small cross and a music boxThat nowadays plays only silenceTo an audience of draped…

Eyebrows raised in surprise,He got into the habitOf talking to himselfAnd answering his own questionsIn a loud and angry voice. —Charles Simic Charles Simic's many books of poems include Come Closer…

The old couple are weedingSide by side in the garden,Their dog right behind themWagging his tail eager to help. Living in complete ignoranceOf what goes on in the worldIs the…

When the old clockThat woke the deadWith its loud tick fell silent,Eternity moved in.A mirror looked toward the doorWith eyes of a dogWho wanted to be takenOut for a walk.…