Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Celestial Music - Poem by Louise Gluck

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 down
Across the road.

My friend says I shut my eyes to God, that nothing else explains
My aversion to reality. She says I'm like the child who
Buries her head in the pillow
So as not to see, the child who tells herself
That light causes sadness-
My friend is like the mother. Patient, urging me
To wake up an adult like herself, a courageous person-

In my dreams, my friend reproaches me. We're walking
On the same road, except it's winter now;
She's telling me that when you love the world you hear celestial music:
Look up, she says. When I look up, nothing.
Only clouds, snow, a white business in the trees
Like brides leaping to a great height-
Then I'm afraid for her; I see her
Caught in a net deliberately cast over the earth-

In reality, we sit by the side of the road, watching the sun set;
From time to time, the silence pierced by a birdcall.
It's this moment we're trying to explain, the fact
That we're at ease with death, with solitude.
My friend draws a circle in the dirt; inside, the caterpillar doesn't move.
She's always trying to make something whole, something beautiful, an image
Capable of life apart from her.
We're very quiet. It's peaceful sitting here, not speaking, The composition
Fixed, the road turning suddenly dark, the air
Going cool, here and there the rocks shining and glittering-
It's this stillness we both love.
The love of form is a love of endings.

Comments about Celestial Music by Louise Gluck

  • Yvonne Coleman-burney (10/17/2017 4:24:00 PM)

    Another nice one - the thoughts of death and ending life, very well put together (Report) Reply

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  • Solomon Njoku (9/11/2017 2:53:00 PM)

    Nice impact (Report) Reply

  • (5/26/2017 12:39:00 PM)

    Some people take charge to make a difference and some people sit on the sidelines..it's a matter of circumstances and the results can be surprising.. very philosophical.. a ten.. (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2016 6:38:00 PM)

    This is plain banality, sophomoric poetry, and I will explain by showing why she does not raise to the Nobel level simply as follows:
    Every Grain of Sand by Bob (Nobel) Dylan.
    (Report) Reply

  • Robert Plese (6/24/2015 10:41:00 PM)

    Thank you for that! The line She's always trying to make something whole, something beautiful, an image
    Capable of life apart from her really resonates with me. Well thought out!
    (Report) Reply

  • Michelle Claus (6/22/2014 12:20:00 PM)

    I like this poem very much. It feels contemplative. Its imagery and soft emotions are nicely versed. One steps out of this poem with an absence of answer, which is a feeling many of us share. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (6/22/2014 9:41:00 AM)

    Simply beautiful. Love of form is a love of endings. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (6/19/2014 4:55:00 AM)

    I will give it to you man, this is one of the well written poems that i have come across so far (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2014 9:05:00 PM)

    Like this piece. Contemplations of death and endings. Well written. (Report) Reply

  • Killian Brooks (1/9/2014 9:43:00 AM)

    This is beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • (6/22/2013 12:40:00 PM)

    Like many modern poems there seems to be a struggle in belief systems (Report) Reply

  • Mark Dillon (6/25/2012 7:48:00 PM)

    I LIKE THIS POEM.It is realism.It is hard to take something good out of all the bad/sad things we witness in todays world.but we should look within and not outside for it because that piece of goodness is within us all to give and to appreciate the good in life.its what makes the bad things bearable. (Report) Reply

  • Phyllis T. Halle (6/22/2012 3:46:00 PM)

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  • Dr.subhendu Kar (6/22/2012 1:43:00 PM)

    It's this stillness we both love.
    The love of form is a love of endings. simply beautiful write
    (Report) Reply

    (8/15/2017 1:10:00 AM)

    Very well said!
    I whole heartily agree.

  • Captain Cur (6/22/2012 4:32:00 AM)

    Making sense of reality is difficult without faith. Wise words, wise friend.
    I gained much insight from your words. It's a piece of poetry that needs
    to be read many times.
    (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (6/22/2012 4:15:00 AM)

    A celestial poem. I have posted a Celestial love. Regards. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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