Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Louise Gluck Poems

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

As I perceive
I am dying now and know
I will not speak again, will not
survive the earth, be summoned
out of it again, not
a flower yet, a spine only, raw dirt
catching my ribs, I call you,
father and master: all around,
my companions are failing, thinking

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