“A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase
of lilies; sunlight
pools in their throats.
I watch him turn to her
as though to speak her name
but silently, deep in her mouth –
At the window ledge,
once, twice
a bird calls.
And then she stirs; her body
fills with his breath.
I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room
the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
making a mirror.
How calm you are. And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.”
Hi Monika. Nice poem. Had not read any of Gluck’s work before. Hope you are doing well. Cheers!
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Hi Jeff, I am on holiday in Poland and I got the flu! Perhaps it was my body’s way to tell me to slow down. I came across this collection of poems in a friend’s book collection and thought it was really charming. I hadn’t heard about the poet before.
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So sorry you are sick! I hope you get better soon. I recently returned from a trip to the beach with the family. That was nice. Did a ghost tour of Charleston, which was interesting. It included the cemetery that is supposedly haunted by Poe’s love, who he wrote “Annabel Lee” about. Anyway, feel better and enjoy the rest of your holiday.
Jeff
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A gorgeous poem.
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I’m happy you agree with me. Thank you.
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Aaaah, a special thank you for this. Love and cosmic hugs, Deelia
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It is so nice to hear from you! Thank you❤
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I’m a colour junkie but I have always loved white roses the best. To me they are a symbol of purity.
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I love white roses the best too! And that extends for me to white animals for which I have an inexplicable fondness.
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