'Poems 1962-2012' Louise Gluck
by: Louise Glück
It’s a year exactly since my father died.
Last year was hot. At the funeral, people talked about the weather.
How hot it was for September. How unseasonable.
This year, it’s cold.
There’s just us now, the immediate family.
In the flower beds,
shreds of bronze, of copper.
Out front, my sister’s daughter rides her bicycle
the way she did last year,
up and down the sidewalk. What she wants is
to make time pass.
While to the rest of us
a whole lifetime is nothing.
One day, you’re a blond boy with a tooth missing;
the next, an old man gasping for air.
It comes to nothing, really, hardly
a moment on earth.
Not a sentence, but a breath, a caesura.
" And as for their appearances, they four had one likeness, as if a wheel had been in the midst of a wheel.
 When they went, they went upon their four sides; they turned not as they went, but to the place whither the head looked they followed it; they turned not as they went.
 And their whole body, and their backs, and their hands, and their wings, and the wheels, were full of eyes round about, even the wheels that they four had.
 As for the wheels, it was cried unto them in my hearing, O wheel.
 And every one had four faces: the first face was the face of a cherub, and the second face was the face of a man, and the third the face of a lion, and the fourth the face of an eagle.
 And the cherubims were lifted up. This is the living creature that I saw by the river of Chebar.
 And when the cherubims went, the wheels went by them: and when the cherubims lifted up their wings to mount up from the earth, the same wheels also turned not from beside them.
 When they stood, these stood; and when they were lifted up, these lifted up themselves also: for the spirit of the living creature was in them.
 Then the glory of the LORD departed from off the threshold of the house, and stood over the cherubims." Ezekiel 10:10-18