Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships. Charles Simic bottleconstructempty Change image and share on social
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. Charles Simic equalexperienceorphan Change image and share on social
Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket. Charles Simic blanketneedlepoem Change image and share on social
