Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Louise Gluck Poems

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

A Fantasy

I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born,
new orphans. They sit with their hands folded,
trying to decide about this new life.

Then they're in the cemetery, some of them
for the first time. They're frightened of crying,
sometimes of not crying. Someone leans over,
tells them what to do next, which might mean
saying a few words, sometimes
throwing dirt in the open grave.

And after that, everyone goes back to the house,
which is suddenly full of visitors.
The...

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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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