Congratulating Louise Gluck On Her Nobel Prize

 

A real fear of drowning floats
vertiginous in this fluid mix:
while it's hard to believe
life's brevity,
it hurts to curtail the desire to 
know this world.

Here's a mirror of water; 
you can't smash it.
Adding and subtracting
in its reflection;
you can't trust it.
But then you can't trust
a ruler to be straight,
the word to be true.

◄ At The Station

Goodbye To All That ►

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