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The Glass Essay
by Anne Carson
4.5
“You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?”
“Where does unbelief begin?
When I was young
there were degrees of certainty.
I could say, Yes I know that I have two hands.
Then one day I awakened on a planet of people whose hands occasionally
disappear—“
“One way to put off loneliness is to interpose God. […] it would be sweet to have a friend to tell things to at night, / without the terrible sex price to pay. / This is a childish idea, I know.”
“Something had gone through me and out and I could not own it.”
“‘No need now to tremble for the hard frost and the keen wind. // Emily does not feel them,’ / wrote Charlotte the day after burying her sister.”
“You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?”
“Where does unbelief begin?
When I was young
there were degrees of certainty.
I could say, Yes I know that I have two hands.
Then one day I awakened on a planet of people whose hands occasionally
disappear—“
“One way to put off loneliness is to interpose God. […] it would be sweet to have a friend to tell things to at night, / without the terrible sex price to pay. / This is a childish idea, I know.”
“Something had gone through me and out and I could not own it.”
“‘No need now to tremble for the hard frost and the keen wind. // Emily does not feel them,’ / wrote Charlotte the day after burying her sister.”