Louise Glück

1943 - / Female / American
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SnowdropsDo you know what I was, how I lived? You know / what despair is; then / winter should have meaning for you.
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The Wild IrisThe Wild Iris / by Louise Gluck / At the end of my suffering
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The Red PoppyThe great thing / is not having / a mind. Feelings:
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The White LiliesAs a man and woman make / a garden between them like / a bed of stars, here
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SirenI became a criminal when I fell in love. / Before that I was a waitress. / I didn't want to go to Chicago with you.
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PortraitA child draws the outline of a body. / She draws what she can, but it is white all through, / she cannot fill in what she knows is there.
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Retreating WindWhen I made you, I loved you. / Now I pity you. / I gave you all you needed:
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The Racer's WidowThe elements have merged into solicitude, / Spasms of violets rise above the mud / And **** and soon the birds and ancients
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The WishRemember that time you made the wish? / I make a lot of wishes. / The time I lied to you
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SnowLate December: my father and I / are going to New York, to the circus. / He holds me
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