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Friday, October 25, 2013

Poetry Friday--"All Hallows"


This coming Thursday is Halloween! Don't blink or the next thing you know, it'll be New Year's eve!

Here's a poem by Louise Glück:
All Hallows

Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here
Come here, little one


And the soul creeps out of the tree.

Found in The First Four Books of Poems [811 GLU].
Chilling, don't you think? Especially with what's left unsaid.

Visit Irene at Live Your Poem... for what promises to be a Halloween poetry treat!

Have a great Halloween and don't eat too much candy.

Painting "Landscape with Farm Building" by Cecilia Beaux, courtesy The Athenaeum.

3 comments:

  1. Louise Gluck's poetry is something I turn to again and again, because I get something new out of each reading. Lots of layers -probably more than I recognize. Thank you for sharing!

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  2. Love the idea of the landscape assembling its elements...Irene is so right about the many layers to Gluck.

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  3. Ah, yes, you have to peel them away and suddenly, more becomes known.

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