Though often surreal, Simics imagery is also striking and emotionally resonant. Take this achingly expressive metaphor of loss and longing: “Hundreds of empty gloves become butterfly nets / chasing postage stamps / flown from the envelopes of those who read stars.”
Speaking as a “sleepwalker” who can’t shake memories of a nightmarish past, Simic goes on to write: “There is nothing here for those who live / where passersby wish each other / sweet dreams and good night.” Sunrise in the Eyes of the Snowman doesn’t offer a vision of the world as an innocuous place where people can sleep untroubled. These poems are disturbing, yes, but also hauntingly evocative.
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