by Charles Simic
“The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
The birds are silent; there’s no one to ask.
All day long you’ll squint at the gray sky…”
You can read the complete poem here.
Throughout December and early January we’d love to hear from you with your favourite (or self-penned) Christmas and winter verse.
NB: Any self written poems will be credited to you unless you specify otherwise. We cannot guarantee which poems will be included but will try to include as many as possible.
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