Saturday 1 November 2014

Day 835: All Hallows

Today is All Hallows, All Souls Day or Day of the Dead as it is known in Mexico, where the people
paint their faces as elaborate skulls as a colourful way of remembering the dead.

All Hallows - Louise Gluck 
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here

Come here, little one

And the soul creeps out of the tree.


  1. Louise Gluck is one of my favourites :-)

    I haven't actually read this one before but what lovely imagery - blue yoke, toothed moon, just lovely. And that last line gave me goosebumps - creeeeeeepy. Love this one! x

    1. Yes I agree, the imagery is great, spooky too! That last line is creepy!
      I like Louise Gluck, but haven't read much of her I must admit. Any You would recommend?


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