Excerpt of "The Sword in the Stone"
by Louise Glück (2012)
My analyst looked up briefly.
Naturally I couldn't see him
but I had learned, in our years together,
to intuit these movements. As usual,
he refused to acknowledge
whether or not I was right. My ingenuity versus
his evasiveness: our little game.
was flourishing: it seemed to bring out in me
a sly vivaciousness I was
inclined to repress. My analyst's
indifference to my performances
was now immensely soothing. An intimacy
had grown between us
like a forest around a castle...
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by Louise Glück (2012)
My analyst looked up briefly.
Naturally I couldn't see him
but I had learned, in our years together,
to intuit these movements. As usual,
he refused to acknowledge
whether or not I was right. My ingenuity versus
his evasiveness: our little game.
was flourishing: it seemed to bring out in me
a sly vivaciousness I was
inclined to repress. My analyst's
indifference to my performances
was now immensely soothing. An intimacy
had grown between us
like a forest around a castle...
Source:
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The Sword in the Stone
My analyst looked up briefly. Naturally I couldn't see him but I had learned, in our years together, to intuit these movements. As usual, he refused to acknowledge whether or not I was right. My ingenuity versus his evasiveness: our little game. At such moments, I felt the analysis was...
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