Saturday, July 1

The Mystic Life
"lifetime's solitary thread"
for Charles Wright

It's like fishing in the dark,
If you ask me:
Our thoughts are the hooks,
Our hearts the raw bait

We cast the line over our heads,
Past all faith, past all believing,
Into the starless midnight sky,
Until it's lost to sight.

The line's long unraveling,
Rising in our throats like a sigh
Of a long day's weariness,
Soul-searching and revery

One thought against the Supreme

How about that?

Loony-tunes, fishing in the dark
Out of an empty sleeve
With a mourning band on it.

The fly and the spider on the ceiling
Looking on, brother.
 - Charles Simic
poetry foundation

  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov