Louise Glück


My heart was a stone wall
you broke through anyway.
My heart was an island garden
about to be trampled by you.
You didn't want my heart;
you were on your way to my body.
None of it was my fault.
You were everything to me,
not just beauty and money.
When we made love
 the cat went to another bedroom.

Then you forgot me.
Not for no reason
did the stones
tremble around the walled garden:
there's nothing there now
except the wildness people call nature,
the chaos that takes over.
You took me to a place
where I could see the evil in my character
and left me there.
The abandoned cat
wails in the empty bedchamber.