Louise Glück (Луиза Глюк)

Early December in Croton-on-Hudson

Spiked sun. The Hudson's
Whittled down by ice.
I hear the bone dice
Of blown gravel clicking. Bone-
pale, the recent snow
Fastens like fur to the river.
Standstill. We were leaving to deliver
Christmas presents when the tire blew
Last year. Above the dead valves pines pared
Down by a storm stood, limbs bared . . .
I want you.

1. The Racer's Widow
2. A Myth of Devotion
3. The Gold Lily
4. October
5. The Wish

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