Charles Simic
November 11, 2011, 6:27 am
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              “A dog with a soul, you’ve got that? You apes with heads of Socrates, false priests’ altar boys, retired professors of evil! I imagine cities so I can get lost in them. I meet other dogs with souls when I’m not lighting firecrackers in heads that are about to doze off. Blood-and-guts firecrackers. In the dark to see, you ass-scratchers! In the dark to see.”

              “From inside the pot on the stove someone threatens the stars with a wooden spoon. Otherwise, cloudless calm. The shepherd’s hour.”

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