#louisegluck - Hello Poetry

I’ll say this until I can’t speak the trees are crying leaves nightly the frogs creak I’ll say I miss the way it used to be mosquitos kissed my feet, smog sung to me sweetly the sun barred its bright teeth For now I’ll be in my front lawn weeding clovers again, and reuniting the soil with friends from last spring, where I'll wait for luck to find me or watching foxes chase rabbits into headlights staring into their ultimate demise: uncertainty

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Jan 23

Jan 23, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC

mosquitoneedles

I miss the way it used to be

I’ll say this until I can’t speak the trees are crying leaves nightly the frogs creak I’ll say I miss the way it used to be mosquitos kissed my feet, smog sung to me sweetly the sun barred its bright teeth For now I’ll be in my front lawn weeding clovers again, and reuniting the soil with friends from last spring, where I'll wait for luck to find me or watching foxes chase rabbits into headlights staring into their ultimate demise: uncertainty

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We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.

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Oct 11, 2020

Oct 11, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC

mydesirelines

poem by Louise Gluck

We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.

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MEOW! I don’t know what the American poet Louise Glück said when the Swedish Academy informed her that she won this year’s Nobel Prize for Literature, but I know what she should have said: “Thanks, but no thanks.” -Peter Maas And I know what you mean, Mr. Maas - I wasn’t nominated either

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Oct 9, 2020

Oct 9, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC

lawrence-hall

MEOW!

MEOW! I don’t know what the American poet Louise Glück said when the Swedish Academy informed her that she won this year’s Nobel Prize for Literature, but I know what she should have said: “Thanks, but no thanks.” -Peter Maas And I know what you mean, Mr. Maas - I wasn’t nominated either

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