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16 May 2022

A poet’s walk

Poetry is “like a table on which one places interesting things one has found on one’s walks: a pebble, a rusty nail, a strangely shaped root, the corner of a torn photograph, etc. “ These are the words of Charles Simic, a poet born in Belgrade in 1938 and who has been living in the United States since 1954. Poetry is born even before time and pensiveness intervene to shine a light on associations and meanings. To be a poet, then, you have to walk, and if the words never see the light of day? So be it. Because you will carry them within your soul all the same.