Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Louise Gluck Poems

41. Siren 1/1/2004
42. Snowdrops 1/1/2004
43. The Triumph Of Achilles 1/1/2004
44. Vespers 1/1/2004
45. The Silver Lily 1/1/2004
46. Snow 1/1/2004
47. The Untrustworthy Speaker 1/1/2004
48. Widows 1/1/2004
49. Cana 1/1/2004
50. Parable Of Faith 1/1/2004
51. Penelope's Song 1/1/2004
52. Parousia 1/1/2004
53. Labor Day 1/1/2004
54. Circe's Grief 1/1/2004
55. Parable Of The Dove 1/1/2004
56. Circe's Torment 1/1/2004
57. All Hallows 1/1/2004
58. Matins 1/1/2004
59. Midnight 1/1/2004
60. Confession 1/1/2004
61. Nostos 1/1/2004
62. April 1/1/2004
63. The Red Poppy 1/1/2004
64. Odysseus' Decision 1/1/2004
65. Love Poem 1/1/2004
66. Castile 1/1/2004
67. The Wild Iris 1/1/2004
68. Circe's Power 1/1/2004
69. Lullaby 1/1/2004
70. Horse 1/1/2004
71. Early Darkness 1/1/2004
72. Happiness 1/1/2004
73. First Memory 1/1/2004
74. A Fantasy 1/1/2004
75. Celestial Music 1/1/2004

Comments about Louise Gluck

  • shayze fudgelark (3/3/2018 5:47:00 PM)

    depressed!

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  • Savita Tyagi Savita Tyagi (10/14/2015 9:01:00 AM)

    wonderful! Such deep insight in emotional understanding.

  • Guillermo Fernandez (8/15/2014 12:26:00 PM)

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  • Richard Beevor (5/28/2014 10:22:00 AM)

    All Hallows has a lovely dark chill that gives me a tingle, one of my favourite poems as of today, you are a wonderful poet, I wish I could aspire to your heights, thank you for your work.

  • Jacqui Thewless Jacqui Thewless (4/20/2010 11:00:00 AM)

    I'm wondering why my comment about Matins seems to have been repeated (not by myself) .

  • Sylva Portoian (12/12/2009 4:44:00 AM)

    I liked the Third Stanza:
    ' How can you understand me,
    if you can't understand your self.'

  • Jeff Dryer (2/19/2005 2:22:00 PM)

    This is not your poem. Good try though. Its by John Donne.

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 ...

Read the full of Celestial Music

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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