Poems by Louise Gluck
Early December in Croton-on-Hudson
... Last year. Above the dead valves pines pared ...
Anniversary
... the next time you see a hot fifteen year old ...
Mother and Child
... t remember. Machine of the family: dark fur, forests of the mother&rsquo ...
Afterword
... were strung, in late January, with exhausted Christmas lights ...
Midsummer
... And the next day, we were kids again, sitting on the front steps in the morning, ...
Parable of the Swans
... s inherent corruption, using as evidence the swan&rsquo ...
Parable of the Hostages
... s loud chords and ending with the floating aria of the sirens ...
A Fable
... women, one renounced her share: ...
