"She feels it, as though the last bit of linen had frozen in her hands. / She looks at her hands—how old they are. It’s not the beginning, it’s the end." The Paris Review has unlocked Louise Glück's poems in their archive. - ThreadSky

amorak.bsky.social • 509 days ago

"She feels it, as though the last bit of linen had frozen in her hands. / She looks at her hands—how old they are. It’s not the beginning, it’s the end."

The Paris Review has unlocked Louise Glück's poems in their archive.