Category Archives: Louise Gluck

End of Winter, Louise Gluck

Posted on 18 February 2018 by xineann

Over the still world, a bird calls waking solitary among black boughs. You wanted to be born; I let you be born. When has my grief ever gotten in the way of your pleasure? Plunging ahead into the dark and … Continue reading →

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Circe’s Grief, Louise Gluck

Posted on 3 April 2016 by xineann

Circe’s Grief In the end, I made myself Known to your wife as A god would, in her own house, in Ithaca, a voice Without a body: she Paused in her weaving, her head turning First to the right, then … Continue reading →

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Solitude ~ Louise Gluck

Posted on 13 November 2012 by xineann

  Solitude by Louise Gluck It’s very dark today; through the rain,the mountain isn’t visible. The only soundis rain, driving life underground.And with the rain, cold comes.There will be no moon tonight, no stars. The wind rose at night;all morning … Continue reading →

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A Summer Garden, Louise Gluck

Posted on 6 July 2012 by xineann

A Summer Garden by Louise Glück 1 Several weeks ago I discovered a photograph of my mother sitting in the sun, her face flushed as with achievement or triumph. The sun was shining. The dogs were sleeping at her feet … Continue reading →

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Penelope’s Song, Louise Gluck

Posted on 28 June 2012 by xineann

Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; Wait at the top, attentive, like A sentry or look-out. He will be home soon; It behooves you to be … Continue reading →

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Louise Gluck: Celestial Music

Posted on 21 June 2011 by xineann

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 … Continue reading →

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Louise Glück: Queen of Carthage

Posted on 15 February 2011 by xineann

Queen of Carthage Brutal to love, more brutal to die. And brutal beyond the reaches of justice to die of love. In the end, Dido summoned her ladies in waiting that they might see the harsh destiny inscribed for her … Continue reading →

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Circe’s Power

Posted on 11 March 2010 by xineann

Circe’s Power “I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I’m sick of your world That lets the outside disguise the inside. Your men weren’t bad men; Undisciplined life Did that … Continue reading →

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No wonder you are the way you are

Posted on 16 July 2009 by xineann

Love Poem There is always something to be made of pain. Your mother knits. She turns out scarves in every shade of red. They were for Christmas, and they kept you warm while she married over and over, taking you … Continue reading →

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