Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Louise Gluck Poems

1. The Racer's Widow 6/24/2015
2. Aboriginal Landscape -new- 5/25/2016
3. Afterword -new- 5/25/2016
4. Archaic Fragment -new- 5/25/2016
5. The Drowned Children -new- 5/25/2016
6. Early December in Croton-on-Hudson -new- 5/25/2016
7. Elms -new- 5/25/2016
8. The Empty Glass -new- 5/25/2016
9. Humidifier -new- 5/25/2016
10. Hyacinth -new- 5/25/2016
11. Midsummer -new- 5/25/2016
12. Mock Orange -new- 5/25/2016
13. Nocturne -new- 5/25/2016
14. Parable of the Hostages -new- 5/25/2016
15. Parable of the Swans -new- 5/25/2016
16. Visitors from Abroad -new- 5/25/2016
17. Vita Nova -new- 5/25/2016
18. Mother and Child -new- 5/25/2016
19. Dawn -new- 5/25/2016
20. An Adventure 6/30/2015
21. A Fable 9/15/2015
22. A Summer Garden -new- 5/25/2016
23. The Past 6/18/2015
24. Portrait 4/7/2015
25. Epithalamium 10/20/2015
26. End of Winter -new- 5/25/2016
27. A Myth of Devotion 6/15/2015
28. The Myth Of Innocence 3/21/2015
29. October 11/21/2014
30. Poem 1/1/2004
31. Saints 1/1/2004
32. The Gold Lily 1/1/2004
33. The Pond 1/1/2004
34. Retreating Wind 1/1/2004
35. Summer 1/1/2004
36. The Garden 1/1/2004
37. The Fear Of Burial 1/1/2004
38. The Butterfly 1/1/2004
39. Siren 1/1/2004
40. Snowdrops 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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All Hallows

Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
Sleep in their blue yoke,
The fields having been
Picked clean, the sheaves
Bound evenly and piled at the roadside
Among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness

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