Long ago, I was wounded.
I learned
to exist, in reaction,
out of touch
with the world: I'll tell you
what I meant to be –
a device that listened.
Not inert: still.
A piece of wood. A stone.
The advantage of poetry over life is that poetry, if it is sharp,may last.
Louise Glück (1943-2023)
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