<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450044" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Circe's Grief</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the end, I made myself<br>Known to your wife as<br>A god would, in her own house, in<br>Ithaca, a voice<br>Without a body: she<br>Paused in her weaving, her head turning<br>First to the right, then left<br>Though it was hopeless of course<br>To trace that sound to any<br>Objective source: I doubt<br>She will return to her loom<br>With what she knows now. When<br>You see her again, tell her<br>This is how a god says goodbye:<br>If I am in her head forever<br>I am in your life forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louise+Gluck">Louise Gluck</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450044" data-title="Circe's Grief de Louise Gluck" data-description="In the end, I made myself Known to your wife as A god would, in her own house, in Ithaca, a voice Without a body: she Paused in her weaving, her head turning First to the right, then left Though it was hopeless of course To trace that sound to any..."></div> </div> </div>

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