Born in Belgrade in 1938, he knew war as a child. “Germans and the Allies took turns dropping bombs on my head while I played with my collection of lead soldiers on the floor,” Simic told The Cortland Review. “I would go boom, boom, and then they would go boom, boom.”
And he said in the Times today: “I’m sort of the product of history; Hitler and Stalin were my travel agents.”
(via too many blogs to enumerate.)
So many Simic poems one could point to, but go read this one.
Now is the time to air deep thoughts about what the job of a Poet Laureate is, why India doesn't have one, and what we would do if we did.