Sunday, December 31, 2006

definitely the last post of the year

i love this poem.

Midnight

Speak to me, aching heart: what
ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself
weeping in the dark garage
with your sack of garbage: it is not your job
to take out the garbage, it is your job
to empty the dishwasher. You are showing off again,
exactly as you did in childhood – where
is your sporting side, your famous
ironic detachment? A little moonlight hits
the broken window, a little summer moonlight, tender
murmurs from the earth with its ready sweetnesses –
is this the way you communicate
with your husband, not answering
when he calls, or is this the way the heart
behaves when it grieves: it wants to be
alone with the garbage? If I were you,
I'd think ahead. After fifteen years,
his voice could be getting tired; some night
if you don't answer, someone else will answer.

Louise Glück

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happy new year once again.

song of the day: change the world by nellie mckay

4 comments:

Collin said...

Happy New Year, Michi!!!

Carl Bryant said...

Happy New Year, Michi!

Who is this Louis Gluck person you're talking about? Oh well... happy new year to him, too.

Rus Bowden said...

Hi Michi,

Happy New Year.

I love reading Louise Glück. Thanks.

Yours,
Rus

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

Great poem Michi. I really like these lines:

A little moonlight hits
the broken window, a little summer moonlight, tender
murmurs from the earth with its ready sweetnesses –

Glück is one of the best. Thanks for the post.