Gretel in Darkness by Louise GluckThis is the world we wanted.All who would have seen us deadare dead. I hear the witch's crybreak in the moonlight through a sheetof sugar: God rewards.Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .Now, far from women's armsand memory of women, in our father's hutwe sleep, are never hungry.Why do I not forget?My father bars the door, bars harmfrom this house, and it is years.
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Hansel and Gretel,Louise Glück,God rewards,armed firs