I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born,
new orphans. They sit with their hands folded,
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But it's her only hope, the wish to move backward.~it's just hope to come back to the first everything; beautiful fantasy poem; great to read
tells them what to do next, which might mean.....birth and date is natural process. A beautiful poem is nicely executed.
This is a great poem about the death of dear ones and their grieving family members. The emotion in the situation is truly said by the great poet and likes.
I recently lost my best friend, my companion and my wife. I am a widower who feels exactly as the widow in this poem. I must accept condolences but want to be alone with feeling my wife's memory and her presence in the home we shared together.
A very powerful poem. Emotionally touching. It is about sad occasion which is very much real.
Beautiful, moving, thank you for planting poetry in the garden of life
A hear touching imaginations sketching a widows emotions and thoughts
The poem echo with my heart Reminds me of the whole process of mourning. It’s so authentic Thx
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this poem truly opens the closed door of mind/// brilliant words, brilliant work
The state of minds newly bereaved windows well depicted in the poem. A nice piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing.
I agree with Sunprincess - the title does not fit the poem. Louise Gluck is one of very favorite poets. I have followed her poetic career since the volume THE TRIUMPH OF ACHILLES published in 1985. I cannot find any dimension of this poem that suggests fantasy. It seems all of the characters Louise Gluck identifies are confronting the reality of of death. Even at the end the widow's memories going back to the first kiss relate to actual events. If someone would argue the title is meant ironic, I cannot see any benefit to the poem from such irony. So I'm with you on this one, Sunprincess; it's puzzling.
Very insightful and the very truth spelt out in a very poignant way........outstanding
This is reality of life!