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Louise Gluck

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

The Fear Of Burial

Rating: 4.5
In the empty field, in the morning,
the body waits to be claimed.
The spirit sits beside it, on a small rock--
nothing comes to give it form again.

Think of the body's loneliness.
At night pacing the sheared field,
its shadow buckled tightly around.
Such a long journey.

And already the remote, trembling lights of the village
not pausing for it as they scan the rows.
How far away they seem,
the wooden doors, the bread and milk
laid like weights on the table.
Louise Gluck
Thursday, January 1, 2004
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COMMENTS
P A Noushad 15 October 2020
Introspective: Ionliness, death, life, dreams: all I feel here Louise Gluck.
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M Asim Nehal 10 October 2020
Painful truth: Think of the body's loneliness. At night pacing the sheared field, its shadow buckled tightly around. Such a long journey.
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Colleen Courtney 14 May 2014
Enjoyed this introspective read!
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