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All Hallows

Even now this landscape is assembling.

The hills darken. The oxen

sleep in their blue yoke,

the fields having been

picked clean, the sheaves

bound evenly and piled at the roadside

among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:


This is the barrenness

of harvest or pestilence.

And the wife leaning out the window

with her hand extended, as in payment,

and the seeds

distinct, gold, calling

Come here

Come here, little one


And the soul creeps out of the tree.

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Louise Glück

Louise Elisabeth Glück (/ɡlɪk/;born April 22, 1943) is an American poet and essayist. She won the 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature, whose judges p…
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