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Title Page Table of Contents ... Copyright Dedication Contents Epigraph PART I My mother was a braid ... Scaliger turns deadly pale at ... I was stolen by the ... It's a store that specializes ... She's pressing me gently with ... We were so poor I ... I am the last Napoleonic ... "Everybody knows the story about ... He held the Beast of ... It was the epoch of ... Ghost stories written as algebraic ... In the fourth year of ... The city had fallen. We ... I PLAYED IN THE SMALLEST ... The stone is a mirror ... They wheeled out the ash ... Lover of endless disappointments with ... The flies in the Arctic ... HISTORY LESSON ... PART II The hundred-year-old china doll's head ... In a forest of question ... Everything's foreseeable. Everything has already ... He calls one dog Rimbaud ... A dog with a soul, ... Time—the lizard in the sunlight. ... Margaret was copying a recipe ... A poem about sitting on ... Dear Friedrich, the world's still ... "Tropical luxuriance around the idea ... The clouds told him their ... Are Russian cannibals worse than ... An actor pretending to eat ... The dead man steps down ... My guardian angel is afraid ... The dog went to dancing ... Things were not as black ... A hen larger than the ... The old farmer in overalls ... The rat kept lovebirds. The ... O witches, O poverty! The ... Once I knew, then I ... The ideal spectator who lives ... Thousands of old men with ... My thumb is embarking on ... GOSPEL ... PART III M. ... A century of gathering clouds. ... A black child wore the ... Police dogs in a dog ... Ambiguity created by a growing ... The time of minor poets ... At least four or five ... Comedy of errors at an ... The fat man who runs ... A week-long holiday in a ... Lots of people around here ... O the great God of ... I knew a night owl ... My father loved the strange ... An arctic voyager with a ... All this gets us Nowhere—which ... From inside the pot on ... Where ignorance is bliss, where ... He had mixed up the ... Someone shuffles by my door ... A much dwindled, starker annotator ... MY SECRET IDENTITY IS ... BOOKS BY CHARLES SIMIC
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