Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Louise Gluck Poems

41. Parable Of Faith 1/1/2004
42. Parable Of The Dove 1/1/2004
43. Parable of the Hostages 5/25/2016
44. Parable of the Swans 5/25/2016
45. Parousia 1/1/2004
46. Penelope's Song 1/1/2004
47. Poem 1/1/2004
48. Portrait 4/7/2015
49. Retreating Wind 1/1/2004
50. Saints 1/1/2004
51. Siren 1/1/2004
52. Snow 1/1/2004
53. Snowdrops 1/1/2004
54. Summer 1/1/2004
55. The Butterfly 1/1/2004
56. The Drowned Children 5/25/2016
57. The Empty Glass 5/25/2016
58. The Fear Of Burial 1/1/2004
59. The Garden 1/1/2004
60. The Gold Lily 1/1/2004
61. The Myth Of Innocence 3/21/2015
62. The Past 6/18/2015
63. The Pond 1/1/2004
64. The Racer's Widow 6/24/2015
65. The Red Poppy 1/1/2004
66. The Silver Lily 1/1/2004
67. The Triumph Of Achilles 1/1/2004
68. The Untrustworthy Speaker 1/1/2004
69. The White Lilies 1/1/2004
70. The Wild Iris 1/1/2004
71. The Wish 7/28/2016
72. Vespers 1/1/2004
73. Visitors from Abroad 5/25/2016
74. Vita Nova 5/25/2016
75. Widows 1/1/2004

Comments about Louise Gluck

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

    wonderful! Such deep insight in emotional understanding.

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

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  • Richard Beevor 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

A Fantasy

I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born,
new orphans. They sit with their hands folded,
trying to decide about this new life.

Then they're in the cemetery, some of them
for the first time. They're frightened of crying,
sometimes of not crying. Someone leans over,

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