Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

The White Lilies - Poem by Louise Gluck

As a man and woman make
a garden between them like
a bed of stars, here
they linger in the summer evening
and the evening turns
cold with their terror: it
could all end, it is capable
of devastation. All, all
can be lost, through scented air
the narrow columns
uselessly rising, and beyond,
a churning sea of poppies--

Hush, beloved. It doesn't matter to me
how many summers I live to return:
this one summer we have entered eternity.
I felt your two hands
bury me to release its splendor.

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/14/2014 11:14:00 PM)

    A truly beautiful poem. Well written. (Report) Reply

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