Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Louise Gluck Poems

1. Portrait 4/7/2015
2. A Myth of Devotion 6/15/2015
3. The Past 6/18/2015
4. The Racer's Widow 6/24/2015
5. An Adventure 6/30/2015
6. A Fable 9/15/2015
7. Afterword 5/25/2016
8. Archaic Fragment 5/25/2016
9. Dawn 5/25/2016
10. The Drowned Children 5/25/2016
11. Early December in Croton-on-Hudson 5/25/2016
12. Elms 5/25/2016
13. End of Winter 5/25/2016
14. Humidifier 5/25/2016
15. Midsummer 5/25/2016
16. Mock Orange 5/25/2016
17. Mother and Child 5/25/2016
18. Parable of the Hostages 5/25/2016
19. Visitors from Abroad 5/25/2016
20. Vita Nova 5/25/2016
21. Parable of the Swans 5/25/2016
22. Nocturne 5/25/2016
23. Epithalamium 10/20/2015
24. A Summer Garden 5/25/2016
25. Aboriginal Landscape 5/25/2016
26. Hyacinth 5/25/2016
27. The Empty Glass 5/25/2016
28. The Wish 7/28/2016
29. The Myth Of Innocence 3/21/2015
30. October 11/21/2014
31. Retreating Wind 1/1/2004
32. Saints 1/1/2004
33. The Gold Lily 1/1/2004
34. The Fear Of Burial 1/1/2004
35. Poem 1/1/2004
36. Summer 1/1/2004
37. The Garden 1/1/2004
38. The Pond 1/1/2004
39. The White Lilies 1/1/2004
40. Snowdrops 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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