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How quiet it is, how silent,

like an afternoon in Pompeii.

- Louise Glück

I held the book awhile.

It was Death in Venice

- Louise Glück

the persistent haze of nostalgia that protects all relics of childhood

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if the essence of time is change,

how can anything become nothing?

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Language was filling my head, wild exhilaration

alternated with profound despair

- Louise Glück

The end came and went.

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this emerging of shape from chaos

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 Silence again, multiplied.

- Louise Glück

The sky, alas, is still far away,

not really visible from the bed.

It exists now as a remote hypothesis,

a place of freedom utterly unconstrained by reality.

- Louise Glück

much of my original self

is already dead

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Indeed, there was no feeling.

- Louise Glück

in a room without clocks

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The glass was empty; it left no mark on the tablecloth.

- Louise Glück

All this time I had the giddy sensation

of floating above my life. 

- Louise Glück