Clouds Gathering

It seemed the kind of life we wanted.
Wild strawberries and cream in the morning.
Sunlight in every room.
The two of us walking by the sea naked.

by Charles Simic Click to read full poem

Comments (7)

Extremely powerful in its gentle flow that grows gradually troubled like a stream suddenly rippling over pebbles and then rocks and then boulders come in view. Oh, I am now a Charles Simic fan with this poem!
A slow flow of emotions in a cozy soliloquy. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.
It is this presentiment that gives the poem perfect balance. Without it, our happy moments would lack their deeper sense.
third stanza is a clunker too. I would omit it, if I could. Lucy
I think the poem falters in the second stanza. The first stanza is perfect. The first line of the 2nd stanza is perhaps clunky. I think a metaphor is needed here and not a simile. The last line is striking. The poem isn't perfect in my estimation and I like many of Simic's poems. Lucy
I don't read the New Yorker, but this poem does not impact me in any way. I think it is average at best.
a new yorkerish poem