Louise Gluck

  • Poetry Friday: Thrush | Louise Gluck

    Dena December 9, 2011

    Thrush | Louise Gluck Snow began falling, over the surface of the whole earth. That can’t be true. And yet it felt true, falling more and more thickly over everything I could see. The pines turned brittle with ice. This is the place I told you about, where I used to come at night to see the red-winged blackbirds, what we call thrush here- red flicker of the life that…

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