Once I believed in you; I planted a fig tree.
Here, in Vermont, country
of no summer. It was a test: if the tree lived,
it would mean you existed.
Louise Glück, “Vespers [’Once I believed in you…’]”
Once I believed in you; I planted a fig tree.
Here, in Vermont, country
of no summer. It was a test: if the tree lived,
it would mean you existed.
Louise Glück, “Vespers [’Once I believed in you…’]”