Louise Glück Poems

This is the world we wanted.
All who would have seen us dead
are dead. I hear the witch's cry
break in the moonlight through a sheet
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The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
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In your extended absence, you permit me
use of earth, anticipating
some return on investment. I must report
failure in my assignment, principally
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