I have to tell you what I’ve learned, that I know now what happens to the dreamers. They don’t feel it when they change. One day they wake, they dress, they are old. — Louise Glück, from “Marathon,” The Triumph of Achilles. (Ecco Pr; First Edition edition, May 1987) Originally published 1985. Advertisements
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)
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