“…a sense that the world had gone gray and flat and dull…”
More from Louise Glück
“I pretended indifference even in the presence of love, in the presence of hunger. And the…”
“I write about you all the time, I said aloud. Every time I say ‘I,’ it refers to you.”
“For the reader, a work of art can make a kind of mantra: by giving form to devastation,…”
“I know intense love always leads to mourning.”