a new year

He remembers the day the field burned,

not, he thinks, by accident.

Something deep within him said: I can live with this,

I can fight it after a while.


The terrible moment was the spring after his work was erased,

when he understood that the earth

didn't know how to mourn, that it would change instead.

And then go on existing without him.


 from Averno by Louise Glück

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Reader Comments (3)

Oh, goodness. So mournful, so beautiful.
January 6, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAnna
very haunting words. love the images - especially the one withe shaggy manes - did you eat any of them?
January 23, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterk
we didn't eat any of them because we're so unsure of what we're doing! I'd love to go out with someone who knew their stuff. so envy your own knowledge :)
January 24, 2012 | Registered Commenterlittle house

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