Nostos (Louise Gluck Poem)
There was an apple tree in the yard -- this would have been forty years ago -- behind, only meadows. ...
Louise Gluck Poems (47 Poems)
A Fantasy (Louise Gluck Poem)
I'll tell you something: every day people are dying. And that's just the beginning. Every day, in funeral homes, new ...
The Wish (Louise Gluck Poem)
Remember that time you made the wish? I make a lot of wishes. The time I lied to you about ...
Horse (Louise Gluck Poem)
What does the horse give you That I cannot give you? I watch you when you are alone, When you ...
Happiness (Louise Gluck Poem)
A man and a woman lie on a white bed. It is morning. I think Soon they will waken. On ...
Snowdrops (Louise Gluck Poem)
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know what despair is; then winter should have meaning for ...
The Red Poppy (Louise Gluck Poem)
The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord ...
Snow (Louise Gluck Poem)
Late December: my father and I are going to New York, to the circus. He holds me on his shoulders ...
The Butterfly (Louise Gluck Poem)
Look, a butterfly. Did you make a wish? You don't wish on butterflies. You do so. Did you make one? ...
The Wild Iris (Louise Gluck Poem)
At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call death I remember. ...
Lullaby (Louise Gluck Poem)
My mother's an expert in one thing: sending people she loves into the other world. The little ones, the babies--these ...
First Memory (Louise Gluck Poem)
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived to revenge myself against my father, not for what he was-- for what ...
Confession (Louise Gluck Poem)
To say I'm without fear-- It wouldn't be true. I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation. Like anyone, I have my dreams. ...
Love Poem (Louise Gluck Poem)
There is always something to be made of pain. Your mother knits. She turns out scarves in every shade of ...
Summer (Louise Gluck Poem)
Remember the days of our first happiness, how strong we were, how dazed by passion, lying all day, then all ...
Saints (Louise Gluck Poem)
In our family, there were two saints, my aunt and my grandmother. But their lives were different. My grandmother's was ...
Odysseus’ Decision (Louise Gluck Poems)
The great man turns his back on the island. Now he will not die in paradise nor hear again the ...