United States, (b.1943)
- I never turned anyone into a pig.
- Some people are pigs; I make them
- Look like pigs.
- I’m sick of your world
- That lets the outside disguise the inside.
- Your men weren’t bad men;
- Undisciplined life
- Did that to them. As pigs,
- Under the care of
- Me and my ladies, they
- Sweetened right up.
- Then I reversed the spell, showing you my goodness
- As well as my power. I saw
- We could be happy here,
- As men and women are
- When their needs are simple. In the same breath,
- I foresaw your departure,
- Your men with my help braving
- The crying and pounding sea. You think
- A few tears upset me? My friend,
- Every sorceress is
- A pragmatist at heart; nobody sees essence who can’t
- Face limitation. If I wanted only to hold you
- I could hold you prisoner.
© Louise Glück. Meadowlands. Ecco Press, 1996.
About the Poet
Louise Glück (b.1943), US poet, Pulitzer Prize winner for The Wild Iris (1992), elected as Chancellor of The Academy of American Poets (1999), teaches at Williams College in Massachusetts. [DES-6/03]