Dismembered angel
In whose heart the earth is still on fire,
The moon still has not been split-off;
Here is the message
Your long night announces:

Everything my eye encompasses this instant:
This fire, the cupped-hand, this window
With trees and miles of snow beyond it,
Even this thought, this poem,
Will be compressed
Into a lump of your sleep
For some other awakening.

Added: May 7 2003 | Viewed: 1044 times | Comments (0)

Poet: Charles Simic (Charles Simic Art)
Poem: Coal
Volume: The Major Young Poets
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