Louise Gluck Poems

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11.
Castile

Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coins

I met my love under an orange tree
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12.
Midnight

Speak to me, aching heart: what
Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself
Weeping in the dark garage
With your sack of garbage: it is not your job
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13.
April

No one's despair is like my despair--

You have no place in this garden
thinking such things, producing
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14.
Love Poem

There is always something to be made of pain.
Your mother knits.
She turns out scarves in every shade of red.
They were for Christmas, and they kept you warm
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15.
Confession

To say I'm without fear--
It wouldn't be true.
I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation.
Like anyone, I have my dreams.
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16.
Circe's Grief

In the end, I made myself
Known to your wife as
A god would, in her own house, in
Ithaca, a voice
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17.
Matins

You want to know how I spend my time?
I walk the front lawn, pretending
to be weeding. You ought to know
I'm never weeding, on my knees, pulling
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18.
The Red Poppy

The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
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19.
Circe's Torment

I regret bitterly
The years of loving you in both
Your presence and absence, regret
The law, the vocation
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20.
Widows

My mother's playing cards with my aunt,
Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game
my grandmother taught all her daughters.
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