Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

The Garden - Poem by Louise Gluck

The garden admires you.
For your sake it smears itself with green pigment,
The ecstatic reds of the roses,
So that you will come to it with your lovers.

And the willows--
See how it has shaped these green
Tents of silence. Yet
There is still something you need,
Your body so soft, so alive, among the stone animals.

Admit that it is terrible to be like them,
Beyond harm.

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/14/2014 10:01:00 PM)

    A short but interesting poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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