Coal by Charles Simic

Dismembered angel
In whose heart the earth is still on fire,
The moon still has not been split-off;
Here is the message
Your long night announces:

Everything my eye encompasses this instant:
This fire, the cupped-hand, this window
With trees and miles of snow beyond it,
Even this thought, this poem,
Will be compressed
Into a lump of your sleep
For some other awakening.

by Charles Simic

Other poems by 'Charles Simic'

Wherein Obscurely

Private Eye

The Bather

Inner Man

To The One Upstairs

The Wooden Toy

Against Winter

Summer In The Country

Read Your Fate

Mummy's Curse