Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Louise Gluck Poems

1. Portrait 4/7/2015
2. A Myth of Devotion 6/15/2015
3. The Racer's Widow 6/24/2015
4. An Adventure 6/30/2015
5. A Fable 9/15/2015
6. Epithalamium 10/20/2015
7. The Past 6/18/2015
8. The Myth Of Innocence 3/21/2015
9. October 11/21/2014
10. Poem 1/1/2004
11. Saints 1/1/2004
12. The Garden 1/1/2004
13. The Fear Of Burial 1/1/2004
14. The Pond 1/1/2004
15. Retreating Wind 1/1/2004
16. Summer 1/1/2004
17. The Gold Lily 1/1/2004
18. The White Lilies 1/1/2004
19. Snowdrops 1/1/2004
20. The Butterfly 1/1/2004
21. Siren 1/1/2004
22. The Silver Lily 1/1/2004
23. Parousia 1/1/2004
24. Parable Of Faith 1/1/2004
25. The Untrustworthy Speaker 1/1/2004
26. Snow 1/1/2004
27. Vespers 1/1/2004
28. The Triumph Of Achilles 1/1/2004
29. Widows 1/1/2004
30. Cana 1/1/2004
31. Nostos 1/1/2004
32. Odysseus' Decision 1/1/2004
33. Circe's Torment 1/1/2004
34. Labor Day 1/1/2004
35. Matins 1/1/2004
36. Castile 1/1/2004
37. Penelope's Song 1/1/2004
38. Parable Of The Dove 1/1/2004
39. Lullaby 1/1/2004
40. Circe's Grief 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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The Gold Lily

As I perceive
I am dying now and know
I will not speak again, will not
survive the earth, be summoned
out of it again, not
a flower yet, a spine only, raw dirt
catching my ribs, I call you,
father and master: all around,
my companions are failing, thinking

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