Charles Simic

One-Man Circus
By Charles Simic

Juggler of hats and live hand grenades.
Tumbler, contortionist, impersonator,
Living statue, wire walker, escape artist,
Amateur ventriloquist and mind reader,

Doing all that without being detected
While leisurely strolling down the street,
Buying a newspaper on some corner,
Bending down to pat a blind man’s dog,

Or sitting across from your wife at dinner,
While she prattles about the weather,
Concentrating instead on a trapeze in your head,
The tigers pacing angrily in their cage.

December 12, 2011, The New Yorker

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One response to “Charles Simic

  1. I haven’t read this one by Simic before, and I love it!

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