Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Castile - Poem by Louise Gluck

Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coins

I met my love under an orange tree
or was it an acacia tree
or was he not my love?

I read this, then I dreamed this:
can waking take back what happened to me?
Bells of San Miguel
ringing in the distance
his hair in the shadows blond-white

I dreamed this,
does that mean it didn't happen?
Does it have to happen in the world to be real?

I dreamed everything, the story
became my story:

he lay beside me,
my hand grazed the skin of his shoulder

Mid-day, then early evening:
in the distance, the sound of a train

But it was not the world:
in the world, a thing happens finally, absolutely,
the mind cannot reverse it.

Castile: nuns walking in pairs through the dark garden.
Outside the walls of the Holy Angels
children begging for coins

When I woke I was crying,
has that no reality?

I met my love under an orange tree:
I have forgotten
only the facts, not the inference—
there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins

I dreamed everything, I gave myself
completely and for all time

And the train returned us
first to Madrid
then to the Basque country


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Comments about Castile by Louise Gluck

  • Rajnish Manga (11/27/2017 9:48:00 PM)

    Interesting imagery with a large canvas of life reflecting various scenes and emotions in a collage.
    Thanks for sharing.
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  • Lyn Paul (11/27/2017 5:53:00 PM)

    Sounds so fast and exciting and then, it was just a dream.
    Well dreams are beautiful! Just as your words.
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  • Susan Williams (11/27/2017 4:54:00 PM)

    That was a powerful emotional philosophical read- well worth writing and well worth reading. Excellent piece to show a different face of poetry (Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/27/2017 11:42:00 AM)

    There i met my love! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (11/27/2017 5:04:00 AM)

    A nice story so effectively described in a real poetic way.
    Congrats for the selection as modern POD.
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  • (11/27/2017 2:59:00 AM)

    This is so beautiful the name and the theme presented wonderfully and indeed i am speechless to comment anything on this profound writing as on ecstasy in dream or reality still as the dream grew old and passed things as dreamed did not happen as i must quote for each age is a dream that is dying, or one that is coming to birthis a castle in we are living.........great poem........thanks for sharing (Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/27/2017 2:11:00 AM)

    I met my love under an orange tree:
    I have forgotten
    only the facts, not the inference—
    there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins.........beautifully inscribed the past memories. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem as the poem of the day.
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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (11/27/2017 1:52:00 AM)

    Such an interesting write by Louise Gluck... (Report)Reply

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  • (5/14/2014 9:01:00 PM)

    A nicely told story. Vivid descriptions. Nicely written. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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