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Louise Glück

Aubade There was one summerthat returned many times overthere was one flower unfurlingtaking many forms Crimson of the monarda, pale gold of the late roses There was one loveThere was one love, there were many nights Smell of the mock orange treeCorridors of jasmine and liliesStill the wind blew There were many winters but I… Continue reading Louise Glück

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Louise Glück

End of Winter Over the still world, a bird callswaking solitary among black boughs. You wanted to be born; I let you be born.When has my grief ever gottenin the way of your pleasure? Plunging aheadinto the dark and light at the same timeeager for sensation as though you were some new thing, wantingto express… Continue reading Louise Glück

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Louise Glück

Long, long ago, before I was a tormented artist, afflicted with longing yet incapable of forming durable attachments, long before this, I was a glorious ruler uniting all of a divided country—so I was told by the fortune-teller who examined my palm. Great things, she said, are ahead of you, or perhaps behind you; it… Continue reading Louise Glück

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Louise Glück

You know, he said, our work is difficult: we confront much sorrow and disappointment. He gazed at me with increasing frankness. I was like you once, he added, in love with turbulence. ― Louise Glück, from “Aboriginal Landscape,” Faithful and Virtuous Night: Poems. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; 1St Edition edition September 9, 2014)

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