Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Only Indian Nacked Boobs

non Scritta

Interesting how we fall in love:
in my case, absolutely. Absolutely and, alas, often -
so it was in my youth.
And always with rather young men -
immature, sulking, or participating shyly kicking the dead leaves:
the manner of Balanchine.
Neither saw them as repetitions of the same thing.
I, with my inflexible Platonism,
my proud to see one thing at a time:
I ruled against the indefinite article.
Yet, the error of my youth
made me feel hopeless, because they repeated
as is usually true.
But you felt something beyond the archetype -
true expansiveness, exuberance and love of the earth
profoundly foreign to my nature. A merit of mine, blessed
my good luck to you.
blessed absolutely, in the manner of those years.
And you in your wisdom and cruelty
gradually taught me that there is no sense of that term.

Louise Glück


decorative grass - photo by Bruce Miller

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