Nothing can be forced to live.
The earth is like a drug now, like a voice from far away,
a lover or master. In the end, you do what the voice
tells you.
It says forget, you forget.
It says begin, you begin again.
~from “March”, Louise Glück
Nothing can be forced to live.
The earth is like a drug now, like a voice from far away,
a lover or master. In the end, you do what the voice
tells you.
It says forget, you forget.
It says begin, you begin again.
~from “March”, Louise Glück
