Poem Hunter
(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)


Poem By Louise Gluck

What does the horse give you
That I cannot give you?

I watch you when you are alone,
When you ride into the field behind the dairy,
Your hands buried in the mare's
Dark mane.

Then I know what lies behind your silence:
Scorn, hatred of me, of marriage. Still,
You want me to touch you; you cry out
As brides cry, but when I look at you I see
There are no children in your body.
Then what is there?

Nothing, I think. Only haste
To die before I die.

In a dream, I watched you ride the horse
Over the dry fields and then
Dismount: you two walked together;
In the dark, you had no shadows.
But I felt them coming toward me
Since at night they go anywhere,
They are their own masters.

Look at me. You think I don't understand?
What is the animal
If not passage out of this life?

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Comments (5)

The poem brings forth the intrigues and complexities of human relationships. Analytical. Only haste To die before I die. You think I don't understand?
the animality of one who closes in on himself, the humanness of one who keeps her heart open
What a good poem this is! I love the lines.
Mich to ponder on after the read.
Very interesting poem