Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Louise Gluck Poems

1. Portrait 4/7/2015
2. The Myth Of Innocence 3/21/2015
3. October 11/21/2014
4. Poem 1/1/2004
5. Retreating Wind 1/1/2004
6. Saints 1/1/2004
7. The Garden 1/1/2004
8. The Gold Lily 1/1/2004
9. The Pond 1/1/2004
10. Summer 1/1/2004
11. The Fear Of Burial 1/1/2004
12. The Butterfly 1/1/2004
13. Siren 1/1/2004
14. The White Lilies 1/1/2004
15. The Silver Lily 1/1/2004
16. Snowdrops 1/1/2004
17. The Triumph Of Achilles 1/1/2004
18. Snow 1/1/2004
19. The Red Poppy 1/1/2004
20. Parousia 1/1/2004
21. The Untrustworthy Speaker 1/1/2004
22. Parable Of Faith 1/1/2004
23. Vespers 1/1/2004
24. Nostos 1/1/2004
25. Cana 1/1/2004
26. Labor Day 1/1/2004
27. Widows 1/1/2004
28. Castile 1/1/2004
29. Penelope's Song 1/1/2004
30. Parable Of The Dove 1/1/2004
31. Circe's Grief 1/1/2004
32. Matins 1/1/2004
33. Odysseus' Decision 1/1/2004
34. Circe's Torment 1/1/2004
35. Lullaby 1/1/2004
36. All Hallows 1/1/2004
37. Confession 1/1/2004
38. Midnight 1/1/2004
39. Circe's Power 1/1/2004
40. The Wild Iris 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Louise Gluck

Celestial Music

I have a friend who still believes in heaven.
Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God.
She thinks someone listens in heaven.
On earth she's unusually competent.
Brave too, able to face unpleasantness.

We found a caterpillar dying in the dirt, greedy ants crawling over it.
I'm always moved by disaster, always eager to oppose vitality
But timid also, quick to shut my eyes.
Whereas my friend was able to watch, to let events play out
According to nature. For my sake she intervened
Brushing a few ants off the torn thing, and set it ...

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All Hallows

Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
Sleep in their blue yoke,
The fields having been
Picked clean, the sheaves
Bound evenly and piled at the roadside
Among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness

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