AS YOU COME OVER THE HILL
You'll see cows grazing in a field
And perhaps a chicken or a turtle
And a small lake where a boy once
Threw a girl in who couldn't swim
And many large maple and oak trees
Offering ample shade to lie in,
Their branches to hang yourself from,
Should you so desire
Some lazy afternoon or evening
When something tells the birds to hush
And the one streetlight in the village
To keep a few moths company
And the large old house put up for sale
With some of its windows broken.
Charles Simic
from NYRB May 9, 2013
Fine art.
3rd and 4th lines are what make this poem brilliant.
I think it just stated the more than obvious. Sorry.
Typo: I meant to say that I think I just stated the obvious. Whoops. I am on a role.
Nice!
My favorite lines are 1 through 14.
"I am on a role."
...on a roll
...in a role
one's better than the other but
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which?
Brilliant poem, so eerie. I just finished The World Doesn't End, which hooked me onto Simic's writing.
LOVE Charles Simic! Had the good fortune to meet him and see him read at AWP. Got his collected works there. He's the real deal. His taut, lean simplicity makes it look easy, but it ain't.
Haven't read Simic before. Now I must.