Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Louise Gluck Poems

1. Celestial Music 1/1/2004
2. A Fantasy 1/1/2004
3. Early Darkness 1/1/2004
4. Happiness 1/1/2004
5. Horse 1/1/2004
6. Love Poem 1/1/2004
7. First Memory 1/1/2004
8. April 1/1/2004
9. Midnight 1/1/2004
10. Confession 1/1/2004
11. Circe's Power 1/1/2004
12. Lullaby 1/1/2004
13. The Wild Iris 1/1/2004
14. Circe's Grief 1/1/2004
15. All Hallows 1/1/2004
16. Odysseus' Decision 1/1/2004
17. Circe's Torment 1/1/2004
18. Castile 1/1/2004
19. Matins 1/1/2004
20. Parable Of The Dove 1/1/2004
21. Penelope's Song 1/1/2004
22. Labor Day 1/1/2004
23. Cana 1/1/2004
24. Widows 1/1/2004
25. Snow 1/1/2004
26. The Untrustworthy Speaker 1/1/2004
27. Parousia 1/1/2004
28. Nostos 1/1/2004
29. Parable Of Faith 1/1/2004
30. The Red Poppy 1/1/2004
31. The Silver Lily 1/1/2004
32. Vespers 1/1/2004
33. The Triumph Of Achilles 1/1/2004
34. Snowdrops 1/1/2004
35. The White Lilies 1/1/2004
36. Siren 1/1/2004
37. The Butterfly 1/1/2004
38. Summer 1/1/2004
39. Retreating Wind 1/1/2004
40. The Pond 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 Myth Of Innocence

One summer she goes into the field as usual
stopping for a bit at the pool where she often
looks at herself, to see
if she detects any changes. She sees
the same person, the horrible mantle
of daughterliness still clinging to her.

The sun seems, in the water, very close.
That's my uncle spying again, she thinks—

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