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A review by julienbakerstan69
A Village Life: Poems by Louise Glück
3.0
“once the rat screams, it’s dead. that scream is like a map:
it tells the cat where to find the throat. after that,
the scream’s coming from a corpse.
you’re lucky to be in love on nights like this,
still warm enough to lie naked on top of the sheets,
sweating, because it’s hard work, this love, no matter what anyone says.”
—from hunters
“to get born, your body makes a pact with death,
and from that moment, all it tries to do is cheat—
you get into bed alone. maybe you sleep, maybe you never wake up.
but for a long time you hear every sound.
it’s a night like any summer night; the dark never comes.”
—from a slip of paper
it tells the cat where to find the throat. after that,
the scream’s coming from a corpse.
you’re lucky to be in love on nights like this,
still warm enough to lie naked on top of the sheets,
sweating, because it’s hard work, this love, no matter what anyone says.”
—from hunters
“to get born, your body makes a pact with death,
and from that moment, all it tries to do is cheat—
you get into bed alone. maybe you sleep, maybe you never wake up.
but for a long time you hear every sound.
it’s a night like any summer night; the dark never comes.”
—from a slip of paper