Cirre's+poems

By louise Gluck

Circe's power
I never turned anyone into a pig.( stupid, lazy, eat/ drink, sleep, greedy, tolling, around, dirty, delicious, appetite for women, sex) Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. （ She transported them to pigs, their external appearance reflects their inside)

I'm sick of your world That lets the outside disguise the inside. Your men weren't bad men; Undisciplined life Did that to them. As pigs,

Under the care of Me and my ladies, they Sweetened( The companies) right up.

Then I reversed the spell, showing you my goodness As well as my power. I saw

We could be happy here, As men and women are When their needs are simple. In the same breath,

I foresaw your departure, Your men with my help braving The crying and pounding sea. You think

A few tears upset me? My friend, Every sorceress(a female witch) is A pragmatist( see the lives have limitation in order to see the truth) at heart; nobody sees essence(sth abstract) who can't Face limitation. If I wanted only to hold you

I could hold you prisoner.

Louise Gluck

She in this poem which means Circe, She mentioned she never turned people into pigs. But some rapacious people are not moral. Compare to Odysseus, When Circe tempted them, they just fall into it. So she gave them punishment.

After Zeno for my father When he was I was, But I still am and he is still. What is is? When is is was? I have an is Where is his? Now here no where a little fatal pause There's no sense in past tense (1965)

somethings already happened in the past. "When he was" his father's death. Now I'm still myself, my father's still himself. "I still"--continue. " What is is? When is is was?" present time change to past time.