Siren Poem by Louise Gluck


Rating: 4.3

I became a criminal when I fell in love.
Before that I was a waitress.

I didn't want to go to Chicago with you.
I wanted to marry you, I wanted
Your wife to suffer.

I wanted her life to be like a play
In which all the parts are sad parts.

Does a good person
Think this way? I deserve

Credit for my courage--

I sat in the dark on your front porch.
Everything was clear to me:
If your wife wouldn't let you go
That proved she didn't love you.
If she loved you
Wouldn't she want you to be happy?

I think now
If I felt less I would be
A better person. I was
A good waitress.
I could carry eight drinks.

I used to tell you my dreams.
Last night I saw a woman sitting in a dark bus--
In the dream, she's weeping, the bus she's on
Is moving away. With one hand
She's waving; the other strokes
An egg carton full of babies.

The dream doesn't rescue the maiden.

John Davidson 19 October 2020

Horrible poem Adulterous.

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P A Noushad 15 October 2020

I am really blessed with your friendship Louise Gluck,your verses inspire me much.

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P A Noushad 09 October 2020

This poem tells me the reality and dreams of the human beings.

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Colleen Courtney 14 May 2014

An interesting dream poem!

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Emancipation Planz 28 February 2008

Does the dream rescue the miss-stressed though? This appears as a courageous write...

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Louise Gluck

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