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Poetry Friday: October (section I) by Louise Glück

October 19th, 2018 (05:00 am)

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Cold Fire by KLOUD

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?

- October (section I) by Louise Glück

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Posted by: Kay McGriff (kaymcgriff)
Posted at: October 24th, 2018 11:28 pm (UTC)

And the cycles of the seasons turn again and again.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: October 25th, 2018 12:06 am (UTC)
Re: seeds

And again.

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