Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.

From Return to a Place Lit By a Glass of Milk, by Charles Simic. Published by George Braziller. Copyright © 1974. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

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Poems by This Author

Country Fair by Charles Simic If you didn't see the six-legged dog, Eyes Fastened With Pins by Charles Simic How much death works, In the Library by Charles Simic There's a book called Late September by Charles Simic The mail truck goes down the coast My Shoes by Charles Simic Shoes, secret face of my inner life On this Very Street in Belgrade by Charles Simic Pigeons at Dawn by Charles Simic Extraordinary efforts are being made Read Your Fate by Charles Simic A world's disappearing. Riddle by Charles Simic Secret History by Charles Simic Of the light in my room The Initiate by Charles Simic St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses The Something by Charles Simic Here come my night thoughts The White Room by Charles Simic The obvious is difficult This Morning by Charles Simic Enter without knocking, hard-working ant.