The First Four Books of Poems Quotes
The First Four Books of Poems
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“At the great feast there is always the outsider, the stranger to joy...
[from 'Morning']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
[from 'Morning']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“As for her mother's tears: ridiculous, and yet
mothers weep at their daughters' weddings,
everyone knows that, though
for whose youth one cannot say.
[from 'Morning']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
mothers weep at their daughters' weddings,
everyone knows that, though
for whose youth one cannot say.
[from 'Morning']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“The brave are patient.
They are the priests of sunrise,
lions on the ramparts, the promontory.
[from 'From the Japanese']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
They are the priests of sunrise,
lions on the ramparts, the promontory.
[from 'From the Japanese']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“How short it seemed, that lifetime of waiting--
this red star blazing over the bay
was all the light of his childhood
that had followed him here.
[from 'The End of the World. I. Terra Nova']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
this red star blazing over the bay
was all the light of his childhood
that had followed him here.
[from 'The End of the World. I. Terra Nova']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“...envy
is a dance, too; the need to hurt
binds you to your partner.
[from 'Tango']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
is a dance, too; the need to hurt
binds you to your partner.
[from 'Tango']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“I think now it is better to love no one
than to love you. ...
[from 'Here Are My Black Clothes']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
than to love you. ...
[from 'Here Are My Black Clothes']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“So the gods sank to human shape with longing.”
― The First Four Books of Poems
― The First Four Books of Poems
“We’ve been apart too long, too painfully separated.
How can you bear to dream,
— Louise Glück, from section V “Night Song,” of “Marathon,” The First Four Books of Poems (Ecco, 1995)”
― The First Four Books of Poems
How can you bear to dream,
— Louise Glück, from section V “Night Song,” of “Marathon,” The First Four Books of Poems (Ecco, 1995)”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“Unfortunate being, have you ceased to feel
the grandeur of the world
that, like a heavy weight, shaped
the soul of my grandfather?
[from 'Legend']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
the grandeur of the world
that, like a heavy weight, shaped
the soul of my grandfather?
[from 'Legend']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“Unfortunate being, have you ceased to feel
the grandeur of the world
that, like a heavy weight, shaped
the soul of my grandfather?”
― The First Four Books of Poems
the grandeur of the world
that, like a heavy weight, shaped
the soul of my grandfather?”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“Though the great soul is said to be
a star, a beacon,
what it resembles better is a diamond:
in the whole world there is nothing
hard enough to change it.
[from 'Legend']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
a star, a beacon,
what it resembles better is a diamond:
in the whole world there is nothing
hard enough to change it.
[from 'Legend']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“Early summer: fog covers the mountains.
Under each tree, a doily of shade.
[from 'From the Japanese']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
Under each tree, a doily of shade.
[from 'From the Japanese']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“Above the churned reeds, the leaves let go
a slow moan of silver.
[from 'Nocturne”
― The First Four Books of Poems
a slow moan of silver.
[from 'Nocturne”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“Had you died when we were together
I would have wanted nothing of you.
Now I think of you as dead, it is better.
...
And you never say
-Leave me-
since the dead do not like being alone.
[from 'The Fire']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
I would have wanted nothing of you.
Now I think of you as dead, it is better.
...
And you never say
-Leave me-
since the dead do not like being alone.
[from 'The Fire']”
― The First Four Books of Poems
“...always
Staring at that man, hearing the click,
Click of his brain's whirling empty spindle...
[from 'Returning a Lost Child'}”
― The First Four Books of Poems
Staring at that man, hearing the click,
Click of his brain's whirling empty spindle...
[from 'Returning a Lost Child'}”
― The First Four Books of Poems
