Retreating Wind (Louise Gluck Poem)
When I made you, I loved you. Now I pity you. I gave you all you needed: bed of earth, ...
When I made you, I loved you. Now I pity you. I gave you all you needed: bed of earth, ...
Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen Sleep in their blue yoke, The fields having been ...
Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; ...
My mother's an expert in one thing: sending people she loves into the other world. The little ones, the babies--these ...
At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call death I remember. ...
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