In this new volume, Pulitzer Prize-winning Charles Simic fills the
wee hours of his poetry with angels and pigs, riddles and
cemeteries. With empty offices and dolls that smile. With the sound
of bare feet upstairs and a single kiss before the shadows
converge. His is a rich, haunted world of East European memory and
American present. It is a world of his own creation, one always
full of luminous surprise.
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