The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Fri 2/27/2009)

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Gretel in Darkness

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
of sugar: God rewards.
Her tongue shrivels into gas…

Now, far from women’s arms
and memory of women, in our father’s hut
we sleep, are never hungry.
Why do I not forget?
My father bars the door, bars harm
from this house, and it is years.

No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
summer afternoons you look at me as though
you meant to leave,
as though it never happened.
But I killed for you.
I see armed firs,
the spires of that gleaming kiln-

Nights I turn to you to hold me
but you are not there.
Am I alone? Spies
hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
we are there still, and it is real, real,
that black forest, and the fire in earnest.

Louise Gluck

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[blueraven95]

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Happy Friday!

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4. Hi!

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[Chorophyll]

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Cool! Creepy! Sad!

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5. Hello!

Have you read Anne Sexton's Transformations?

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[Chorophyll]

7. I'm embarrassed to say I have not.

But I just googled. I'm definitely into it. :)

[Tuesday Afternoon]

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