The Plain Truth Is We Are Going To Die. Here I Am, A Teeny Spec Surrounded By Boundless Space And Time, Arguing With The Whole Of Creation, Shaking My Fist, Sputtering, Growing Even Eloquent At Times, And Then-poof! I Am Gone. Swept Off Once And For All. I Think That Is Very, Very Funny.

-Charles Simic

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The Plain Truth Is We Are Going

Charles Simic

The Plain Truth Is We Are Going To Die. Here I Am, A Teeny Spec Surrounded By Boundless Space And Time, Arguing With The Whole Of Creation, Shaking My Fist, Sputtering, Growing Even Eloquent At Times, And Then-poof! I Am Gone. Swept Off Once And For All. I Think That Is Very, Very Funny.

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Thinking

Here I Am

Space

The Religion Of The Short Poem, In Every Age And In Every Literature, Has A Single Commandment: Less Is Always More. The Short Poem Rejects Preamble And Summary. It's About All And Everything, The Metaphysics Of A Few Words Surrounded By Much Silence. …the Short Poem Is A Match Flaring Up In A Dark Universe.

Dark

Silence

Age