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The Yale Review | Louise Glück: "Mock Orange"

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A poem by Louise Glück—"It is not the moon, I tell you. / It is these flowers / lighting the yard..."

The Yale Review | Louise Glück: "Mock Orange" Poetry Mock Orange Louise Glück It is not the moon, I tell you. It is these flowers lighting the yard. I hate them. I hate them as I hate sex, the man’s mouth sealing my mouth, the man’s paralyzing body— and the cry that always escapes, the low, humiliating premise of union— In my mind tonight I hear the question and pursuing answer fused in one sound that mounts and mounts and then is split into the old selves, the tired antagonisms. Do you see? We were made fools of. And the scent of mock orange drifts through the window. How can I rest? How can

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