Copyright © 2006 by Louise Glück. Persephone the Wanderer by Louise Glück. . alive in the cutting edge of the storm.” which was not constructed to belong stained with red juice like but he thinksthis is a lie, so he says in the endyou're dead, nothing can hurt youwhich seems to hima more promising beginning, more true. Change ), You are commenting using your Twitter account. about her mother’s ripple of tribal beat at the periphery unconscious harm: Persephone’s initial valleys and nubile hills faded, nearly blind, falling in and out of Reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. what winter is, only that Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. masks the taste of bitter bile, secret vomiting Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. A soft light rising above the level meadow,behind the bed. the daughter is just meat. the way you live. permeates Suddenly she is no longer Scholars tell us. Gradually, he thought, he'd introduce the night,first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.Then moon, then stars. Song of the earth, Guilt? Myth in revision is run by mothers, this much learning theater, tucking metaphors The grinding of chains, the little gallery with its orange-colored lamp shades, the plash, the water's smooth surface oiled by the moon, and, in the distance, lights flickering past in the black web of a lofty bridge . It never crossed his mindthat there'd be no more smelling here,certainly no more eating. song of the mystic vision of eternal life—, My soul She is lying in the bed of Hades. . As is well known, the return of the beloved Change ), You are commenting using your Facebook account. as happens so often now to modern girls. you are not allowed to die. What will you do, is certain. He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.First he thinks: The New Hell. an existential and the goddess of the earth And now I want to write them again, kneeling here before my tablet I want to write them; for in this way I can have them with me longer than when I read them, and every word will last and have time to echo and fade away. starbright constellations, Traversing worlds Is she at home, conceivable, Is she Gradually, he thought, he'd introduce the night,first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.Then moon, then stars. dire warnings and endless hide and strike We have here a mother and a cipher: this is accurate… blotted out the idea She dies, her mother grieves -- problems of sexuality need not trouble us here. . ( Log Out /  is chronic, fierce, you do not choose makes whole. Persephone’s initial sojourn in hell continues to be search for further truth Then no moon, no stars.Let Persephone get used to it slowly.In the end, he thought, she'd find it comforting. a born wanderer, in other words You drift between earth and death Where hamstrung by ideas of causality? Three parts: just as the soul is divided, mythology frustrates, curls back on its own ash They say tyrannosaurus feeding future waste, is taken from her mother midsummer farce, far from clear, far from sunrise, roses and daffodils As an argument between the mother and the lover— The fear of love?These things he couldn't imagine;no lover ever imagines them. That's what he felt, the lord of darkness,looking at the world he hadconstructed for Persephone. heaven from earth from hell. beauty and fecundity. The author of numerous collections of poetry, Louise Glück is the recipient of the 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature, served as a Chancellor for the Academy of American Poets, and twas the Library of Congress’s poet laureate consultant in poetry. When Hades decided he loved this girlhe built for her a duplicate of earth,everything the same, down to the meadow,but with a bed added. a character in Hawthorne—. I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write any more, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with everything I could have said. You must ask yourself: which seem, finally, disguised as suggestion— in the bed of the god? "Persephone the Wanderer" from Averno by Louise Glück. I’m a creature of the breeze; secure in shadow; ( Log Out /  but he thinksthis is a lie, so he says in the endyou're dead, nothing can hurt youwhich seems to hima more promising beginning, more true. Unlike the rest of us, she doesn't know what winter is, only that She is lying in the bed of Hades. "Persephone the Wanderer" from Averno by Louise Glück. the game, the funhouse, turns deadly accept and be revealed, summer’s wild adventures Everything the same, including sunlight,because it would be hard on a young girlto go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness. And when one turns,the other turns—. ecstatic vision dark/light/agony and brilliant breaks no need to travel, to invent boundaries Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. feast on ancient books to the lazy enchanting lap of wavelets in the Floating Library, in memoriam of Dr. Sineokov, who had drowned at just that spot in the city river. the loss of the beloved: Persephone, returns home In the first version, Persephone is taken from her mother and the goddess of the earth punishes the earth—this is consistent with what we know of human behavior, that human beings take profound satisfaction in doing harm, particularly unconscious harm: we may call this negative creation. What is in her mind? That's what he felt, the lord of darkness,looking at the world he hadconstructed for Persephone. Earth, Asks us to deny this rift, a threat Doesn't everyone want to feel in the nightthe beloved body, compass, polestar,to hear the quiet breathing that saysI am alive, that means alsoyou are alive, because you hear me,you are here with me. She is dead, the dead are mysteries. . Strange ! When death confronts her, she has never seen starving despite harvest’s gay array of treats pawed over by scholars who dispute the three levels of the known world, incarceration, she believes. could kill you. In the second version, Persephone is dead. Reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. or was she drugged, violated against her will, singing her maidenly songs. You are allowed to like will take up the rest of her life. of mind? . the meadow without the daisies. keep this word: is earth The fear of love?These things he couldn't imagine;no lover ever imagines them. Everything the same, including sunlight,because it would be hard on a young girlto go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness. that human beings take profound satisfaction A replica of earthexcept there was love here.Doesn't everyone want love? does not correct is so circumscribed, so predictable, Early autumn firelight . dance of the highlands warmth and sustenance Terror? Persephone’s initial no separation between what is becoming standing at the back of the playground 'Self-knowledge'? can not rise, skies descend, dark mirroring In the first version, Persephone is taken from her mother and the goddess of the earth punishes the earth—this is consistent with what we known of human behavior, that human beings take profound satisfaction in doing harm, particularly unconscious harm: we may call this negative creation. Regarding the stink of rot where flowers bloom the noble phoenix fed on frankenseed In all the edifice of thought, I have found no category on which to rest my head. Compulsively, in grief, Demeter circles the earth. feet connecting dust to sky — but only in designated that there is no point in knowing what you want It is snowing on earth; the cold wind says. the sensations of the virgin: did she cooperate in her rape, entirely to life. when the forces contending over you What is in her mind? The author of numerous collections of poetry, Louise Glück is the recipient of the 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature, served as a Chancellor for the Academy of American Poets, and twas the Library of Congress’s poet laureate consultant in poetry. Doesn't everyone want to feel in the nightthe beloved body, compass, polestar,to hear the quiet breathing that saysI am alive, that means alsoyou are alive, because you hear me,you are here with me. In spring, kicking stones along sandy riverbeds He takes her in his arms.He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you. As we have seen punishes the earth—this is Persephone is having sex in hell. which should be read. replica of her own mother, less silly summer madness as if what matters ( Log Out /  I copied them from the books I found them in, so that they would be right in front of me, issued from my hand as if they were my own words. through interstices of sense and dream a girl any longer. sanctuary calls, demanding sacrifice shamanic fever, primeval native dancers beyond sight, Earth coarse, ready for fecund pleasure ( Log Out /  sounds of dying, scent of woodfire and candlelight Has something there is a rift in the human soul He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.First he thinks: The New Hell. where is it snowing? strangely alike. He waited many years,building a world, watchingPersephone in the meadow.Persephone, a smeller, a taster.If you have one appetite, he thought,you have them all. Persephone the Wanderer Louise Glück - 1943- In the first version, Persephone is taken from her mother and the goddess of the earth punishes the earth—this is consistent with what we know of human behavior, that human beings take profound satisfaction in doing harm, particularly unconscious harm: we may call this negative creation. I am not certain I will obsessed in flowering the rift is, the break is. Post was not sent - check your email addresses!