What I responded to, on the page, was the way a poem could liberate, by means of a word's setting, through subtleties… — Louise Gluck Copy Share Image
I am attracted to ellipsis, to the unsaid, to suggestion, to eloquent, deliberate silence. The unsaid, for me, exerts great power: often… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night the beloved body, compass, polestar, to hear the quiet breathing that says I am… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
The advantage of poetry over life is that poetry, if it is sharp enough, may last. — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“Gretel in Darkness: This is the world we wanted. All who would have seen us dead are dead. I hear the witch's… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“How heavy my mind is, filled with the past. Is there enough room for the world to penetrate? It must go somewhere,… — Louise Gluck Copy Share Image
“Poetry survives because it haunts and it haunts because it is simultaneously utterly clear and deeply mysterious; because it cannot be entirely… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“I don’t need your praise to survive. I was here first, before you were here, before you ever planted a garden. And… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world. It is also true that I am not competent to… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, do now as I bid you, climb the shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; wait at… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“I was not prepared: sunset, end of summer. Demonstrations of time as a continuum, as something coming to an end, not a… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“Remember that time you made the wish? I make a lot of wishes. The time I lied to you about the butterfly.… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing experience of longing, a restlessness sometimes, but not inevitably,… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“ She has the look of one who seeks some greater and destroying passion: ” — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“The assignment was to fall in love. The details were up to you. The second part was to include in the poem… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“He knows he will be hurt. The warnings come to him in bed because repose threatens him” — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
Without thinking, I knelt in the grass, like someone meaning to pray. When I tried to stand again, I couldn't move, my legs were… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
What I responded to, on the page, was the way a poem could liberate, by means of a word's setting, through subtleties of timing,… — Louise Gluck Copy Share Image
“We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory. from Nostos.” — Louise Gluck Copy Share Image
He takes her in his arms He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you But he thinks this is a lie,… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
At first I saw you everywhere. Now only in certain things, at longer intervals. — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
Desire, loneliness, wind in the flowering almond— surely these are the great, the inexhaustible subjects to which my predecessors apprenticed themselves. I hear them… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“They sat far apart deliberately, to experience, daily, the sweetness of seeing each other across great distance.” — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
Toward his critics, the artist harbors a defensive ace: knowledge that the future will erase the present. — Louise Gluck Copy Share Image
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… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
I am attracted to ellipsis, to the unsaid, to suggestion, to eloquent, deliberate silence. The unsaid, for me, exerts great power: often I wish… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“Once I could imagine my soul I could imagine my death. When I imagined my death my soul died. This I remember clearly. My… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
