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Louise Gluck

New York / United States
Louise Gluck
New York / United States

The Drowned Children

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You see, they have no judgment.
So it is natural that they should drown,
first the ice taking them in
and then, all winter, their wool scarves
floating behind them as they sink
until at last they are quiet.
And the pond lifts them in its manifold dark arms.

But death must come to them differently,
so close to the beginning.
As though they had always been
blind and weightless. Therefore
the rest is dreamed, the lamp,
the good white cloth that covered the table,
their bodies.

And yet they hear the names they used
like lures slipping over the pond:
What are you waiting for
come home, come home, lost
in the waters, blue and permanent.
Louise Gluck
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
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COMMENTS
P A Noushad 15 October 2020
We may lose in the water ever, if we don’t have the real attitude on life: greate Louise Gluck.
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