Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was—
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
“First Memory” from Ararat by Louise Glück. Copyright © 1990.
2 thoughts on ““First Memory” by Louise Glück”
I have not seen this poem in a long time. Stunning what she can say in just 42 words.
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So so powerful.
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