The extremes are easy. Only the middle is a puzzle. Midsummer — everything is possible. Meaning: never again will life end. — Louise Glück, from “Heaven And Earth,” Poems 1962-2012. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, November 5, 2013) Advertisements
Hush, beloved. It doesn’t matter to me how many summers I live to return: this one summer we have entered eternity. — Louise Glück, from “The White Lilies,” The Wild Iris (Ecco, 1992)
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 face unpleasantness. We found a caterpillar dying in the dirt, greedy ants crawling over it.… Continue reading Louise Glück
I’m like the child who buries her head in the pillow so as not to see, the child who tells herself that light causes sadness—” — Louise Glück, from “Celestial Music,” Poems 1962-2012. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; First Edition edition, November 13, 2012)
all she wanted was the smell of the sea, of disappearance. — Louise Glück, from “March,” The New Yorker: Poems March 31, 2008 Issue.
I am tired of having hands she said I want wings— But what will you do without your hands to be human? I am tired of human she said I want to live on the sun— — Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda,” Poems 1962-2012. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux July 8, 2014) Originally published January 1st… Continue reading Louise Glück
End of Winter 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 light at the same time eager for sensation as though you were… Continue reading Louise Glück