Treasure Island

Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Love Poem


There is always something to be made of pain.
Your mother knits.
She turns out scarves in every shade of red.
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  • Colleen Courtney (5/14/2014 9:23:00 PM)

    Some parents don't fully comprehend how their actions or inactions affect the lives of their children. An interesting write. (Report) Reply

  • Walter Durk (1/25/2007 9:21:00 PM)

    This is a very interesting poem. It concisely expresses how the life and attitudes of one person, in this case a mother, can effect the life of her child, a son.
    She was unable to share her heart with him. She sequestered it. She gave him scarves, but not her heart.
    She 'turned out scarves in every shade of red', her relationships were many and painful, blood red, the blood of life. Her son, unable or afraid to live with that pain, would have cold, 'bloodless' relationships, the opposite of his mother. At least that is how I interpret this fascinating, fascinating great poem. (Report) Reply

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