Jack Henry and I just finished watching “Let the Right One In,” the original Swedish version. I promised him that all the windows would stay shut tonite–
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:
This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here, little one
And the soul creeps out of the tree.
–from Louise Glück, “All Hallows”
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For today: Come here