Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

The Red Poppy


The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Sandra Adelmund (4/24/2009 9:37:00 AM)

    I love the poems Gluck writes from the perspective of flowers because she often incorporates so much information directly from Greek mythology and her expression is absolutely exquisite. I (Report) Reply

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