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

  • Erin Song (3/1/2016 11:09:00 PM)

    I like the twist ending (Report) Reply

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  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti Abdulrazak Aralimatti (10/14/2015 1:44:00 PM)

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

  • Anil Kumar Panda Anil Kumar Panda (10/14/2015 10:43:00 AM)

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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Rajnish Manga 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

  • Savita Tyagi (10/14/2015 9:04:00 AM)

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

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (10/14/2015 4:07:00 AM)

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

  • 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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