Category Archives: Louise Gluck

End of Winter, Louise Gluck

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

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

  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

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

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

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

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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