Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Circe's Grief - Poem by Louise Gluck

In the end, I made myself
Known to your wife as
A god would, in her own house, in
Ithaca, a voice
Without a body: she
Paused in her weaving, her head turning
First to the right, then left
Though it was hopeless of course
To trace that sound to any
Objective source: I doubt
She will return to her loom
With what she knows now. When
You see her again, tell her
This is how a god says goodbye:
If I am in her head forever
I am in your life forever.


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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/14/2014 9:08:00 PM)

    Women can be so cruel and viscious! When what we should do is stand together! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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