Nocturne by Louise Glück
Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman Nocturne BY LOUISE GLÜCK Mother died last night, Mother who never dies. Winter was in the air, many months away but in the air nevertheless. It was the tenth of May. Hyacinth and apple blossom bloomed in the back garden. We could hear Maria singing songs from Czechoslovakia — How alone I am — songs of that kind. How alone I am, no mother, no father — my brain seems so empty without them. Aromas drifted out of the earth; the dishes were in the sink, rinsed but not stacked. Under the full moon Maria was folding the washing; the stiff sheets became dry white rectangles of moonlight. How alone I am, but in music my desolation is my rejoicing. It was the tenth of May as it had been the ninth, the eighth. Mother slept in her bed, her arms outstretched, her head balanced between them.
