Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

First Memory - Poem by Louise Gluck

Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was--
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.

Comments about First Memory by Louise Gluck

  • Gold Star - 26,191 Points Abdulrazak Aralimatti (10/14/2015 1:44:00 PM)

    Verily, a regret and repent with self realization......10 (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 12,105 Points Anil Kumar Panda (10/14/2015 10:43:00 AM)

    With twists and turns it has depth and meaningful ink. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,190 Points Kay Staley (10/14/2015 10:43:00 AM)

    Wow. Very nice. It seems to say that the deepest pain you can ever feel, is love for someone else. You can deal with not being loved, but it kills you to love someone. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,815 Points Ratnakar Mandlik (10/14/2015 10:24:00 AM)

    Fantastic twist of words to derive very deep meaning to love and pain. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 37,122 Points Rajnish Manga (10/14/2015 9:47:00 AM)

    The words seem to carry the pain of the outrage suffered by the poet in his childhood. A very truthful description of frustration which ends on an optimistic note- I was not loved / It meant I loved. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,806 Points Savita Tyagi (10/14/2015 9:04:00 AM)

    Wonderful! Such deep insight of emotional understanding. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 46,883 Points Edward Kofi Louis (10/14/2015 4:07:00 AM)

    Nature is full of the scars of life. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/14/2014 9:14:00 PM)

    An interesting introspective write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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