Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Parable Of The Dove - Poem by Louise Gluck

A dove lived in a village.
When it opened its mouth
sweetness came out, sound
like a silver light around
the cherry bough. But
the dove wasn't satisfied.

It saw the villagers
gathered to listen under
the blossoming tree.
It didn't think: I
am higher that they are.
It wanted to wealk among them,
to experience the violence of human feeling,
in part for its song's sake.

So it became human.
It found passion, it found violence,
first conflated, then
as separate emotions
and these were not
contained by music. Thus
its song changed,
the sweet notes of its longing to become human
soured and flattened. Then

the world drew back; the mutant
fell from love
as from the cherry branch,
it fell stained with the bloody
fruit of the tree.

So it is true after all, not merely
a rule of art:
change your form and you change your nature.
And time does this to us.


Comments about Parable Of The Dove by Louise Gluck

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/14/2014 9:37:00 PM)

    Much truth in this greatly written tale! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Nayyar Shabbir Ahmad (9/14/2007 2:42:00 AM)

    VERY TRUE. 'CHANGE YOUR FORM AND YOU CHANGE YOUR NATURE.'

    I'M ENJOYING YOUR POEMS. THANK YOU...NAYYAR (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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