Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Snow - Poem by Louise Gluck

Late December: my father and I
are going to New York, to the circus.
He holds me
on his shoulders in the bitter wind:
scraps of white paper
blow over the railroad ties.

My father liked
to stand like this, to hold me
so he couldn't see me.
I remember
staring straight ahead
into the world my father saw;
I was learning
to absorb its emptiness,
the heavy snow
not falling, whirling around us.


Comments about Snow by Louise Gluck

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/14/2014 9:53:00 PM)

    This piece also brought me back to childhood memories shared with my father. Nicely written poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 7 Points Sylva Portoian (12/30/2011 10:15:00 AM)

    I feel when i read your poem...
    I feel I am a child...
    Nice to remember the Childhoodness (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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