Two Poems
Charles Simic, 5 October 2000
“... then, not a peep Till the day of the Resurrection. Empty Barbershop In pursuit of happiness, you may yet Draw close to it momentarily In one of these two leather-bound chairs With the help of scissors and a comb, Draped to the chin with a long white sheet, While your head slips through The invisible barber’s greasy fingers Making your hair stand up ... ”