Master of Disguises

Master of Disguises

by Charles Simic

In his first volume of poetry since his tenure as poet laureate, Charles Simic shows he is at the height of his poetic powers. These new poems mine the rich strain of inscrutability in ordinary life, until it is hard to know what is innocent and what ominous. There is something about his work that continues to be crystal clear and yet deeply weighted with violence and mystery. Reading it is like going undercover. The face of a girl carrying a white dress from the cleaners with her eyes half-closed. The Adam & Evie Tanning Salon at night. A sparrow on crutches. A rubber duck in a shooting gallery on a Sunday morning. And someone in a tree swing, too old to be swinging and to be wearing no clothes at all, blowing a toy trumpet at the sky.

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  • Format: eBook

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547504537

  • ISBN-10: 0547504535

  • Pages: 96

  • Price: $9.99

  • Publication Date: 10/06/2010

Charles Simic
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Charles Simic

CHARLES SIMIC was born in Belgrade and emigrated to the United States in 1954. He is the author of many books of poetry and prose. Among other honors, he received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1990 and served as the Poet Laureate of the United States in 2007–2008.
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    "This 20th collection from the former U.S. poet laureate (My Noiseless Entourage) departs only by degrees from his poems of earlier decades--but it could just be his best book." —Publishers Weekly, STARRED review

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    The Invisible One

    You read today about a child

    Kept for years in a closet

    By his crazy parents

    On a street you walked often.

    Busy with your own troubles,

    You saw little, heard nothing

    Of what was said around you,

    As you made your way home

    Past loving young couples

    Carrying flowers and groceries,

    Pushing baby carriages,

    Hanging back to scold a dog.

     

    Master of Disguises

    Surely, he walks among us unrecognized:

    Some barber, store clerk, delivery man,

    Pharmacist, hairdresser, bodybuilder,

    Exotic dancer, gem cutter, dog walker,

    The blind beggar singing, O Lord, remember me,

    Some window decorator starting a fake fire

    In a fake fireplace while mother and father watch

    From the couch with their frozen smiles

    As the street empties and the time comes

    For the undertaker and the last waiter to head home.

    O homeless old man, standing in a doorway

    With your face half hidden,

    I wouldn't even rule out the black cat crossing the street,

    The bare light bulb swinging on a wire

    In a subway tunnel as the train comes to a stop.

     

    Nineteen Thirty-eight

    That was the year the Nazis marched into Vienna,

    Superman made his debut in Action Comics,

    Stalin was killing off his fellow revolutionaries,

    The first Dairy Queen opened in Kankakee, Ill.,

    As I lay in my crib peeing in my diapers.

    "You must've been a beautiful baby," Bing Crosby sang.

    A pilot the newspapers called Wrong Way Corrigan

    Took off from New York heading for California

    And landed instead in Ireland, as I watched my mother

    Take a breast out of her blue robe and come closer.

    There was a hurricane that September causing a movie

    theater

    At Westhampton Beach to be lifted out to sea.

    People worried the world was about to end.

    A fish believed to have been extinct for seventy million years

    Came up in a fishing net off the coast of South Africa.

    I lay in my crib as the days got shorter and colder,

    And the first heavy snow fell in the night

    Making everything very quiet in my room.

    I thought I heard myself cry for a long, long time.

     

    Scenes of the Old Life

    Washing hung from the fire escapes.

    Boys threw cats from rooftops.

    War veterans hopped on crutches,

    Pitching pennies and smoking reefers.

    Writers destined to remain obscure

    Wrote late into the night

    Using a pencil and the kind of notebook

    Their children took to school in the morning.

    Outside a club advertising exotic dancing girls,

    A man in a crumpled white suit

    Staggered with a knife in his heart,

    One dark eyebrow raised in surprise.

    In winter, rain fell as if it meant to fall forever.

    We kept the gas oven lit to warm ourselves,

    While mother cried and cried chopping onions

    And my one goldfish swam in a pickle jar.

     

Available Resources

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  • Format: eBook

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547504537

  • ISBN-10: 0547504535

  • Pages: 96

  • Price: $9.99

  • Publication Date: 10/06/2010

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