Nice post. Hope is omnipotent. From here we can start a story- Lost deep in the forest, the boy was certain death was inevitable. Just then the moon rose, and in its light a strange awareness stirred—filling him with a sudden spark of hope.
Glück is a genius. She both expresses the narrator (mother's) sense of loss/fear with equal sympathy to the daughter's joy of new beginnings. The imagery describing the familiar (and now waning) familiarity of Spring is gorgeous.
One of her best, I think. A more compassionate, less authoritive voice.
Nice post. Hope is omnipotent. From here we can start a story- Lost deep in the forest, the boy was certain death was inevitable. Just then the moon rose, and in its light a strange awareness stirred—filling him with a sudden spark of hope.
This is a prose poetry about hope.
Glück is a genius. She both expresses the narrator (mother's) sense of loss/fear with equal sympathy to the daughter's joy of new beginnings. The imagery describing the familiar (and now waning) familiarity of Spring is gorgeous.
so much silence in this poem, and none of it empty