First Memory by Louise Gluck

I copied this poem on the inside cover of a notebook sometime in the 90’s. It just makes me say “wow”.

First Memory

Long ago I was wounded
I lived
to revenge myself
against my Father, not
for what he was –
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
In childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved
It meant I loved.

– Louise Gluck

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