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It feels like spring outside and I am completely lost. This isn't even the kind of December I grew up with; cold foggy mornings, drizzle in the afternoons, frost burning off the grass as the morning goes on. It smells like spring. The ground that has been frozen for only a few days is now thawing and fills the air with the aroma of new life. If you've never been in the midwest while spring approaches, you can't know what that smells like. But it's triggering memories and I feel out of place again.

Perhaps this is Minnesota's way of trying to keep me here. "It's not so bad! It's warm and wonderful! Those winters were just lies." But I know if I were to stay the cold would come back with force and fury, reminding me of opportunities I let pass me by due to fear.

But it still remains - the crazy feeling that we are five months ahead of schedule. I remind contractors about Christmas but in my head I'm thinking Easter.
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There has been talk of persona poems as of late, and I figured I'd share my favorite and maybe the first persona poem I ever read.

Gretel In Darkness
Louise Glück

This is the world we wanted. All who would have seen us dead
Are dead. I hear the witch's cry
Break in the moonlight through a sheet of sugar: God rewards.
Her tongue shrivels into gas....

Now, far from women's arms
And memory of women, in our father's hut
We sleep, are never hungry.
Why do I not forget?
My father bars the door, bars harm
From this house, and it is years.

No one remembers. Even you, my brother.
Summer afternoons you look at me as though you meant
To leave, as though it never happened. But I killed for you.
I see armed firs, the spires of that gleaming kiln come back, come back--

Nights I turn to you to hold me but you are not there.
Am I alone? Spies
Hiss in the stillness, Hansel we are there still, and it is real, real,
That black forest, and the fire in earnest.
 
 
 
 
 
 
this has always been one of my favorite poems. and poets.
I got this poem in a packet my creative writing teacher handed out the first day of class my senior year of high school. I later used it as a monolog in my drama class (aaah senior year when you can take all the slacker classes you want). "Romeo and Juliet" by Richard Brautigan was also in that packet (although it was attributed to "anon").

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