Snowdrop - Louise Gluck
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.
My Faceook told me earlier today that on this day last year, you linked me to a (different) Snowdrop poem...what are the odds?! Love this one - Louise Gluck's flower-poems are some of my favourites. Obsessed with nature poems at the moment - have you read any Alice Oswald? I could read her all day every day.
ReplyDeleteHa, the coincidence! I think that previous Snowdrop poem was by Alice Oswald. I love her poetry so much, her style is so unique. Trouble is I can't find enough of it!
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