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1 " Living things don't all requirelight in the same degree. Some of usmake our own light: a silver leaflike a path no one can use, a shallowlake of silver in the darkness under the great maples.But you know this already.You and the others who thinkyou live for truth and, by extension, loveall that is cold. "
― Louise Glück , Poems 1962-2012
2 " They sat far apartdeliberately, to experience, daily,the sweetness of seeing each other acrossgreat distance. "
3 " SnowdropsDo you know what I was, how I lived? You knowwhat despair is; thenwinter should have meaning for you.I did not expect to survive,earth suppressing me. I didn’t expectto waken again, to feelin damp earth my bodyable to respond again, rememberingafter so long how to open againin the cold lightof earliest spring—afraid, yes, but among you againcrying yes risk joyin the raw wind of the new world. "
4 " Dear friend,dear trembling partner, whatsurprises you most in what you feel,earth's radiance or your own delight?For me, alwaysthe delight is the surprise. "
5 " The soul is silent.If it speaks at allit speaks in dreams. "
6 " Aubade "There was one summerthat returned many times overthere was one flower unfurlingtaking many formsCrimson of the monarda, pale gold of the late rosesThere was one loveThere was one love, there were many nightsSmell of the mock orange treeCorridors of jasmine and liliesStill the wind blewThere were many winters but I closed my eyesThe cold air white with dissolved wingsThere was one garden when the snow meltedAzure and white; I couldn’t tellmy solitude from love—There was one love; he had many voicesThere was one dawn; sometimeswe watched it togetherI was hereI was hereThere was one summer returning over and overthere was one dawnI grew old watching "
7 " In my dream, I built a funeral pyre.For myself, you understand.I thought I had suffered enough. I thought this was the end of my body: fireseemed the right end for hunger;they were the same thing. "
8 " I could live almost completely in imagination. "
9 " But for my sister, that's the condition of love.She was my father's daughter:the face of love, to her,is the face turning away. "
10 " Your back is my favorite part of you,the part furthest away from your mouth. "
11 " My childhood, closed to me forever, turned gold like an autumn garden, "
12 " My soul shattered with the strainof trying to belong to earth- "
13 " Because you were foolish enough to love one place,now you are homeless, an orphanin succession of shelters. "
14 " The soul is silent. If it speaks at allit speaks in dreams. "
15 " whatever returns from oblivion returns to find a voice…"- "
16 " Now the hero's dead. Like echoes, the women last longer;they're all too tough for their own good. "
17 " There is no better. Only (for a short space) the night sky like a quarantine that sets you apart from your task. "
18 " I don’t need your praiseto survive. I was here first,before you were here, beforeyou ever planted a garden. "
19 " When the dream ended the terror remained. "
20 " What do we have really?Sad tricks with ladders and shoes,tricks with salt, impurely motivated recurringattempts to build character. "