Author: Louise Gluck

Speak to me, aching heart: what Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself Weeping in the dark garage With your […]

I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I’m sick of […]

I’ll tell you something: every day People are dying. And that’s just the beginning. Every day, in funeral homes, new […]

What can I tell you that you don’t know That will make you tremble again? Forsythia By the roadside, by […]

As I perceive I am dying now and know I will not speak again, will not Survive the earth, be […]

The great thing Is not having A mind. Feelings: Oh, I have those; they Govern me. I have A lord […]

To say I’m without fear It wouldn’t be true. I’m afraid of sickness, humiliation. Like anyone, I have my dreams. […]

Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; […]

There is always something to be made of pain. Your mother knits. She turns out scarves in every shade of […]

In the story of Patroclus No one survives, not even Achilles Who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they […]

My mother’s an expert in one thing: Sending people she loves into the other world. The little ones, the babies […]

Don’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken. I don’t see anything objectively. I know myself; I’ve learned to hear […]

Love of my life, you Are lost and I am Young again. A few years pass. The air fills With […]

In the end, I made myself Known to your wife as A god would, in her own house, in Ithaca, […]

Orange blossoms blowing over Castile Children begging for coins I met my love under an orange tree Or was it […]

No one’s despair is like my despair You have no place in this garden Thinking such things, producing The tiresome […]

The great man turns his back on the island. Now he will not die in paradise Nor hear again The […]

In the early evening, a now, as man is bending Over his writing table. Slowly he lifts his head; a […]

You want to know how I spend my time? I walk the front lawn, pretending To be weeding. You ought […]

A child draws the outline of a body. She draws what she can, but it is white all through, She […]