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Louise Glück

Hyacinth          1Is that an attitude for a flower, to standlike a club at the walk; poor slain boy,is that a way to showgratitude to the gods? Whitewith colored hearts, the tall flowerssway around you, all the other boys,in the cold spring, as the violets open.          2There were no flowers in antiquitybut boys’ bodies,… Continue reading Louise Glück

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Louise Glück

Do you daresend me away as thoughyou were waiting for something better? There is no better. […] Only (softly, fiercely)the stars shining. Here,in the room, the bedroom.Saying I was brave, I resisted,I set myself on fire. —  Louise Glück, from “Stars,” The Seven Ages. (Ecco; Reprint edition March 26, 2002)  Originally published 2000.

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Louise Glück

I was a winged obsessive, my moonlitfeathers were paper. I lived hardly at all among men and women; I spoke only to angels. How fortunate my days,how charged and meaningful the nights’ continuous silence and opacity. — Louise Glück, from “Ancient Text,” The Seven Ages. (Ecco; Reprint edition March 26, 2002) Originally published 2000.

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