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Charles Simic - The Something

Here come my night thoughts
On crutches,
Returning from studying the heavens.
What they thought about
Stayed the same,
Stayed immense and incomprehensible.

My mother and father smile at each other
Knowingly above the mantel.
The cat sleeps on, the dog
Growls in his sleep.
The stove is cold and so is the bed.

Now there are only these crutches
To contend with.
Go ahead and laugh, while I raise one
With difficulty,
Swaying on the front porch,
While pointing at something
In the gray distance.

You see nothing, eh?
Neither do I, Mr. Milkman.
I better hit you once or twice over the head
With this fine old prop,
So you don't go off muttering

I saw something!

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Poet: Charles Simic
Poem: The Something
Volume: Walking the Black Cat
Year: Published/Written in 1999
Poem of the Day: Mar 26 2016

Comment 1 of 1, added on June 8th, 2009 at 9:22 AM.

This poem looked interesting to me and even though i dont understand it, i still want to read it.

Estrella Valdez from United States

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