October Poem by Louise Gluck


Rating: 4.5

Is it winter again, is it cold again,
didn't Frank just slip on the ice,
didn't he heal, weren't the spring seeds planted

didn't the night end,
didn't the melting ice
flood the narrow gutters

wasn't my body
rescued, wasn't it safe

didn't the scar form, invisible
above the injury

terror and cold,
didn't they just end, wasn't the back garden
harrowed and planted-

I remember how the earth felt, red and dense,
in stiff rows, weren't the seeds planted,
didn't vines climb the south wall

I can't hear your voice
for the wind's cries, whistling over the bare ground

I no longer care
what sound it makes

when was I silenced, when did it first seem
pointless to describe that sound

what it sounds like can't change what it is-

didn't the night end, wasn't the earth
safe when it was planted

didn't we plant the seeds,
weren't we necessary to the earth,

the vines, were they harvested?

Friday, November 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
Mahtab Bangalee 21 October 2020

October the time of inviting natural coolness the time of inviting winter and planting the seed of spring the poetic mind roaming in the vineyard wall with the syrup of grapes red, pink, rosy spicy intoxicated syrup in the veins of poetic words feels the total October thoroughly thru the nature

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P A Noushad 16 October 2020

Beautiful verses which inspire me my dear friend Louise Gluck.

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