Shelley (by Charles Simic)

Original Text: 
Charles Simic, Selected Poems: 1963-2003 (London: Faber and Faber, 2004). This poem is reproduced on the Griffin Prize Web Site (from the winning volume on the 2005 International Shortlist).
1Poet of the dead leaves driven like ghosts,
2Driven like pestilence-stricken multitudes,
3I read you first
4One rainy evening in New York City,
5In my atrocious Slavic accent,
6Saying the mellifluous verses
7From a battered, much-stained volume
8I had bought earlier that day
9In a second-hand bookstore on Fourth Avenue
10Run by an initiate of the occult masters.
11The little money I had being almost spent,
12I walked the streets my nose in the book.
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RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
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