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Louise Gluck

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

The Gold Lily

Rating: 3.5
As I perceive
I am dying now and know
I will not speak again, will not
survive the earth, be summoned
out of it again, not
a flower yet, a spine only, raw dirt
catching my ribs, I call you,
father and master: all around,
my companions are failing, thinking
you do not see. How
can they know you see
unless you save us?
In the summer twilight, are you
close enough to hear
your child's terror? Or
are you not my father,
you who raised me?
Louise Gluck
Thursday, January 1, 2004
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COMMENTS
P A Noushad 16 October 2020
Being my friend I enjoy your verses touching way dear Louise Gluck.
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Colleen Courtney 14 May 2014
Really enjoyed reading this piece!
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