Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Louise Gluck Poems

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

To say I'm without fear--
It wouldn't be true.
I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation.
Like anyone, I have my dreams.
But I've learned to hide them,
To protect myself
From fulfillment: all happiness
Attracts the Fates' anger.
They are sisters, savages--
In the end they have
No emotion but envy.

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