"It is the spring of 1941 and I appear exceedingly pleased with myself, as though after much nagging I had finally persuaded her [my mother] to buy me a toy, although, unknown to either one of us, Hitler and Stalin and their armies had already made plans to turn me into an American poet."
—
Charles Simic, describing a photo of himself in Belgrade in 1941 while betraying a remarkable historical imagination. What an image!
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