First Snow

Like a child, the earth’s going to sleep,
Or so the story goes.

 

But I’m not tired, it says.
And the mother says, You may not be tired but I’m tired-

 

You can see it in her face, everyone can.
So the snow has to fall, sleep has to come.
Because the mother’s sick to death of her life
And needs silence.
Lousie Glück, A Village Life (2009)

A Village Life is Louise Glück’s eleventh collection of poems.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Beth says:

    It’s such a beautiful portrait of her, too.

    1. Sigrun says:

      Yes, I love it too!

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