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Louise Glück

There were many winters but I closed my eyes
The cold air white with dissolved wings

There was one garden when the snow melted
Azure and white; I couldn’t tell
my solitude from love—

— Louise Glück, from “Aubade,” Poems 1962-2012 (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; First Edition edition, November 13, 2012)

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