Louise Gluck Poems
|41.||The Gold Lily||1/1/2004|
|42.||The Myth Of Innocence||3/21/2015|
|45.||The Racer's Widow||6/24/2015|
|46.||The Red Poppy||1/1/2004|
|47.||The Silver Lily||1/1/2004|
|48.||The Triumph Of Achilles||1/1/2004|
|49.||The Untrustworthy Speaker||1/1/2004|
|50.||The White Lilies||1/1/2004|
|51.||The Wild Iris||1/1/2004|
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 ...
Two women with
the same claim
came to the feet of
the wise king. Two women,
but only one baby.
The king knew
someone was lying.
What he said was
Let the child be