The World Doesn't End
Poetry collection
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The World Doesn't End (1989) is a collection of prose poems by Charles Simic. The collection won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1990.[1]
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| Author | Charles Simic |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Publisher | Harcourt Brace Jovanovich |
Publication date | 1989 |
| Publication place | United States of America |
| ISBN | 978-0156983501 |
Contents
The collection begins with an epigraph from Fats Waller: "Let's waltz the Rumba."[2]
The collection is divided into three parts of untitled prose poems, each ranging between two and five lines.[3] Each poem is indicated in the collection's table of contents by the first several words of each poem:
- [my mother was]
- [Scaliger turns deadly]
- [I was stolen]
- [It's a store]
- [She's pressing me]
- [We were so poor]
- [I am the last]
- [Everybody knows the]
- [He held the Beast]
- [It was the epoch]
- [Ghost stories written]
- [In the fourth year]
- [The city had fallen]
- [I Played in the Smallest Theatres]
- [The stone is]
- [They wheeled out]
- [Lover of endless]
- [The flies]
- [History lesson]
Part II
- [The hundred-year-old]
- [In a forest of]
- [Everything's foreseeable]
- [He calls one dog]
- [A dog with a soul]
- [Time—the lizard]
- [Margaret was copying]
- [A poem about sitting]
- [Dear Friedrich]
- [Tropical luxuriance]
- [The clouds told him]
- [Are Russian cannibals]
- [An actor pretending]
- [The dead man]
- [My guardian angel]
- [The dog went]
- [Things were not]
- [A hen larger]
- [The old farmer]
- [The rat kept]
- [O witches, O poverty]
- [Once I knew]
- [The ideal spectator]
- [Thousands of old men]
- [My thumb is]
- [Gospel]
Part III
- [M.]
- [A century]
- [A black child]
- [Police dogs]
- [Ambiguity created by]
- [The time of minor poets]
- [At least four]
- [Comedy of errors]
- [The fat man]
- [A week-long holiday]
- [Lots of people]
- [O the great God]
- [I knew a night owl]
- [My father loved]
- [An arctic voyager]
- [All this gets us]
- [From inside the pot]
- [Where ignorance is]
- [He had mixed up]
- [Someone shuffles]
- [A much dwindled]
- [My Secret Identity Is]
Reception
Some critics have credited The World Doesn't End with a resurgence of the prose poem form in American Poetry.[3][4] Christopher Buckley argued that Simic chose the prose poem form because it most closely approximates the Eastern European folk tale.[2]