Two women with …
Louise Glück
Several weeks ago I discovered a photograph of my mother …
You’re stepping on your father, my mother said, …
Reading what I have just written, I now believe …
Even now this landscape is assembling. …
I said you could snuggle. That doesn’t mean …
I was trying to love matter. …
Child waking up in a dark room …
Spiked sun. The Hudson’s …
All day I tried to distinguish …
Over the still world, a bird calls …
Defier of closed space, such as the head, opener …
Is that an attitude for a flower, to stand …
On nights like this we used to swim in the quarry, …
It is not the moon, I tell you. …
We’re all dreamers; we don’t know who we are. …
Mother died last night, …
The Greeks are sitting on the beach …
On a small lake off …
You see, they have no judgment. …
I asked for much; I received much. …
The nights have grown cool again, like the nights …
Don’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken. …
Once I believed in you; I planted a fig tree. …
In your extended absence, you permit me …
Sometime after I had entered …
You saved me, you should remember me. …