Sunday, February 22, 2015

Louise Erdrich: "Grief"

Sometimes you have to take your own hand
as though you were a lost child
and bring yourself stumbling
home over twisted ice.

Whiteness drifts over your house.
A page of warm light
falls steady from the open door.

Here is your bed, folded open.
Lie down, lie down, let the blue snow cover you.

"Grief" by Louise Erdrich. Text as published in Original Fire: Selected and New Poems (Harper Perennial, 2004).

Art credit: "Walking on Thin Ice," photograph by X-ample.


  1. Louise is a national treasure. Thanks for posting her wonderful work!

  2. I must learn more about Louise Erdrich; it shames me to confess my ignorance! Thank you for affording me the chance to learn a little!

  3. Louise Erdrich gave me life. I didn't know what I was missing before I laid my eyes on this very poem. Ignorance is blisssss!

    1. I would have to agree. God bless her soul!


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