It was in the fields. The trees grew still,
a light passed through the leaves speaking
of Christ’s great grace: I heard.
My body hardened into armor. 50 more words
6 days, 13 hours ago
Begin In Wonder
“We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory,” wrote the poet Louise Glück. How often I sift and return to those memories: some beloved and some not. 1,316 more words
3 weeks, 2 days ago
Flowers For Socrates
by NONA BLYTH CLOUD
Last week’s Word Cloud was about Tracy K. Smith, the current U.S. Poet Laureate, and a previous winner of the Pulitzer Prize in Poetry. 2,391 more words
1 month ago
Once again it is time to have another Open Link event.
A couple of weeks ago I attended a poetry workshop with Moira Egan, we did poetic exercises and analyzed poems. 195 more words
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, 65 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
“Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.”
Louise Glück (b. 1943) is an American poet born in New York. Numerous awards, appointed Poet Laureate in 2003. Her poetry is neither confessional nor intellectual and considered among the purest writing in English poetry today. 248 more words