I don't have the energy in me tonight to really get into the Louise Gluck book I should read up and kindly return to the library. I took out Triumph of Achilles a couple weeks ago, one of the first poetry books I ever read. The last time I read it recently was on the plane coming back from Iceland, the flight I was sure was going to end in my fiery death. I read the title poem again and again because it seems to be a lot about armor which is pertinent to my interests, but the rest seemed vague and intense and confusing. I feel like I understand the book on a whole better now than I did then, maybe because I understand better how quiet and backward really intense anger can be. But maybe I'll read it again in another two years and see something else.

 Section 6. From the Japanese

Alone, watching the moon rise;
tonight, a full circle,
like a woman's eye passing over abundance.

This is the most it will ever be.
Above the blank street, the imperfections
solved by night--

Like our hearts: darkness
showed us their capacity.
Our full hearts--at the time, they seemed so impressive.

The actual full moon is Monday, in Virgo, with aspects to Neptune and Jupiter, but close enough, goodness, I'm going to clean out another closet and go to bed.