Mock Orange

It is not the moon, I tell you.
It is these flowers
lighting the yard.

Mock Orange [excerpt]
Louise Glück

End of Winter

When has my grief ever gotten in the way of your pleasure?

End of Winter [excerpt]
Louise Glück

Confession

To say I'm without fear -
It wouldn't be true.
I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation.
Like anyone, I have my dreams.
But I've learned to hide them,
To protect myself
From fulfillment: all happiness
Attracts the Fates' anger.
They are sisters, savages -
In the end they have
No emotion but envy.

Confession
Louise Glück

laughter for no cause

...I remember sounds like that from my childhood,
laughter for no cause, simply because the world is beautiful...

Vita Nuvo [excerpt]
Louise Glück