Circe's Grief Poem by Louise Gluck
Circe's Grief
In the end, I made myself
Known to your wife as
A god would, in her own house, in
Ithaca, a voice
Without a body: she
Paused in her weaving, her head turning
First to the right, then left
Though it was hopeless of course
To trace that sound to any
Objective source: I doubt
She will return to her loom
With what she knows now. When
You see her again, tell her
This is how a god says goodbye:
If I am in her head forever
I am in your life forever.
You see her again, tell her This is how a god says goodbye: If I am in her head forever I am in your life forever. excellent 10++++++++++++
Women can be so cruel and viscious! When what we should do is stand together!
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4/25/2024 11:05:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is how a god says goodbye: If I am in her head forever I am in your life forever. //Pain for loveless love; The emotional pain in the lovelorn mind; the love that lives in the heart of the farewell/// great write