Louise Glück

This collection of stunningly beautiful poems encompasses the natural, human, and spiritual realms, and is bound together by the universal themes of time and mortality. With clarity and sureness of craft, Gluck's poetry questions, explores, and finally celebrates the ordeal of being alive.

The Wild Iris

Fiona

miya

calling to me even in despair; my sorrow 

akshita

not modern enough, the sound the wind makes

vacant again, lifeless, covered with snow—"

as though it were the vineyards of heaven

while the fields go up in flames around you—"

"as though you were making a sign after all

to convince me you too couldn’t survive here

or to show me you are not the light I called to

in the room, flickering here and there, here and there,

and summer’s deep sweetness filling the open window."

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