Monday, January 13, 2014
The black room
for Charles Simic
No light switch.
No windows.
A pile of kindling
but no matches.
Room without
books, or pillow,
or a thimbleful of
water.
Nothing to do
except lie down
on the cold
floorboards
and see how dark
it is inside you.
The above poem is from my 2014 poetry collection, Personal Weather, which will be launched at The Wheeler Centre, 176 Little Lonsdale Street, Melbourne, 6 to 8 p.m. on Tuesday, 4 March 2014.
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