Simic's The World Doesn't End won the Pulitzer prize for poetry in 1990. He writes densely packed little poems, sometimes two lines long, usually a paragraph or two, in which the world is fantastical, where you spend your holiday in a snowglobe or remark bitterly about the author who created you.
Each poem inhabits its own little world, as large as the poems are small, and you see only tiny glimpses of these worlds in his poetry. Some of his poems strike you hard in the chest, but most do not. While each world is worth viewing, only a few are worth visiting again and again.
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