7.10.15

Many Zeros

The teacher rises voiceless before a class

Of pale, tight-lipped children.

The blackboard behind him as black as the sky

Light-years from the earth.
 


It’s the silence the teacher loves,

The taste of the infinite in it.

The stars like teeth marks on children’s pencils.

Listen to it, he says happily.

– Charles Simic 

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