Parousia (Louise Gluck Poem)
Love of my life, you Are lost and I am Young again. A few years pass. The air fills With ...
Love of my life, you Are lost and I am Young again. A few years pass. The air fills With ...
In the early evening, a now, as man is bending over his writing table. Slowly he lifts his head; a ...
I regret bitterly The years of loving you in both Your presence and absence, regret The law, the vocation That ...
Orange blossoms blowing over Castile children begging for coins I met my love under an orange tree or was it ...
The nights have grown cool again, like the nights Of early spring, and quiet again. Will Speech disturb you? We're ...
What can I tell you that you don't know that will make you tremble again? Forsythia by the roadside, by ...
Night covers the pond with its wing. Under the ringed moon I can make out your face swimming among minnows ...
Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken. I don't see anything objectively. I know myself; I've learned to hear ...
You want to know how I spend my time? I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought ...
Now, in twilight, on the palace steps the king asks forgiveness of his lady. He is not duplicitous; he has ...
When I made you, I loved you. Now I pity you. I gave you all you needed: bed of earth, ...
As a man and woman make a garden between them like a bed of stars, here they linger in the ...
In the end, I made myself Known to your wife as A god would, in her own house, in Ithaca, ...
No one's despair is like my despair-- You have no place in this garden thinking such things, producing the tiresome ...
Requiring something lovely on his arm Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm, His family's; later picking up the mammoth ...
As I perceive I am dying now and know I will not speak again, will not survive the earth, be ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
A child draws the outline of a body. She draws what she can, but it is white all through, she ...
In the empty field, in the morning, the body waits to be claimed. The spirit sits beside it, on a ...
Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen Sleep in their blue yoke, The fields having been ...
I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I'm sick of ...
How can you say earth should give me joy? Each thing born is my burden; I cannot succeed with all ...
My mother's playing cards with my aunt, Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game my grandmother taught all her ...
The garden admires you. For your sake it smears itself with green pigment, The ecstatic reds of the roses, So ...
Speak to me, aching heart: what Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself Weeping in the dark garage With your ...
In your extended absence, you permit me use of earth, anticipating some return on investment. I must report failure in ...
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they ...
Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; ...
I became a criminal when I fell in love. Before that I was a waitress. I didn't want to go ...
A dove lived in a village. When it opened its mouth sweetness came out, sound like a silver light around ...
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