Sunday, February 10, 2008


And the next day, we were kids again, sitting on the front steps in the morning,
eating a peach.  Just that, but it seemed an honor to have a mouth.

Louise Glück, "Midsummer"

I don't think I have ever really been moved by a poem by Louise Glück before, but this one from the February 2008 issue of Poetry really struck me.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I liked that poem too - it felt - though much wordier - like earlier Gluck (Ararat and before).

I found Emanuel's poem a little disappointing: she hasn't had anything new in so long, I was so excited, and then - sort of flat.