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Leila Chatti reads Louise Glück's poem "Snow Drops".
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Hi, I'm Leila Chatti and I'm going to be reading "Snow Drops" by Louise Gluck, it's in The Wild Iris, and I picked this poem because I was very sick and when I was very sick and after my final surgery, I read The Wild Iris in its entirety while I was in bed and I was so struck by "Snow Drops", it became sort of my prayer toward healing, I would say.
Snow Drops
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.
Snow Drops
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.