Re: “Island”-Louise Gluck

Jordy C wrote:

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“Islands”
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“The curtains parted. Light
coming in. Moonlight, then sunlight.
Not changing because time was passing
but because the one moment had many aspects.
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White lisanthus in a chipped vase.
Sound of the wind. Sound
of lapping water. And hours passed, the white sails
luminous, the boat rocking at anchor.
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Motion not yet channeled in time.
The curtains shifting or stirring; the moment
shimmering, a hand moving
backward, then forward. Silence. And then
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one word, a name. And then another word:
again, again. And time
salvaged, like a pulse between
stillness and change. Late afternoon. The soon to be lost
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becoming memory; the mind closing around it. The room
claimed again, as a possession. Sunlight,
then moonlight. The eyes glazed over with tears.
And then the moon fading, the white sails flexing.
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-Louise Gluck

One of my favorite poets, her poetry was introduced to me by Karla
Rogers back in 2004.