DPF / Glück

For fairy tale and for this time of year from a favorite poem and from Poems 1962-2012.

from All Hallows / by Louise Glück

Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises