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.
Circe's Grief
Louise Gluck
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Poem topics: house, life, wife, voice, source, return, doubt, goodbye, body, sound, objective, god, I love you, I miss you, forever, head, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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