Monday, October 19, 2015

The Night Migrations

The Night Migrations by Louise Glück

This is the moment when you see again
the red berries of the mountain ash
and in the dark sky
the birds’ night migrations.
It grieves me to think
the dead won’t see them—
these things we depend on,
they disappear.
What will the soul do for solace then?
I tell myself maybe it won’t need
these pleasures anymore;
maybe just not being is simply enough,
hard as that is to imagine.

“The Night Migrations” by Louise Glück from Averno. © Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2006.

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