Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator. ...

Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator. (Charles Simic)

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Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

Charles Simic Quotes: Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.