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Snowdrops, Louise Glück

Snowdrops, Louise Glück

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive, 46 more words

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Poem, Louise Glück

Poem, Louise Glück

In the early evening, a now, as man is bending
over his writing table.
Slowly he lifts his head; a woman
appears, carrying roses. 73 more words

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Lullaby, Louise Glück

Lullaby, Louise Glück

My mother’s an expert in one thing:
sending people she loves into the other world.
The little ones, the babies–these
she rocks, whispering or singing quietly. 165 more words

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Violets

Today, I started a new art project. It’s a monoprint! I’ve done one before of a clematis plant and this time around I’m doing violets. This may turn into a series. 52 more words

Network Sings John Harbison

Network for New Music celebrated the work of John Harbison this past weekend with two concerts and a variety of talks and workshops. It was an exhausting and exhilarating experience. 644 more words

Sanctuary Stairs

When I was little I wore a uniform to Catholic school,
we all looked the same. We sat in rows and copied

words but never read the bible.  

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Sanctuary Stairs

When I was little I wore a uniform to Catholic school,
we all looked the same. We sat in rows and copied

words but never read the bible.  

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