Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Snowdrops - Poem by Louise Gluck

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--

afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world.


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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/14/2014 9:55:00 PM)

    As the cold of. Winter disappears, the gentle warm spring can bring about a new rebirth. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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