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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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Louise Glück

I have to tell you what I’ve learned, that I know now what happens to the dreamers. They don’t feel it when they change. One day they wake, they dress, they are old. — Louise Glück, from “Marathon,” The Triumph of Achilles. (Ecco Pr; First Edition edition, May 1987) Originally published 1985.

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