Poems About Louise Gluck by Top Critiquers

( after Louise Glück )

How was I to know        
dormancy could craft        
the art of contentment;        
       
that breaking beyond winter        
  to spring’s hustling charms          
would teach me of solitude⁠—          
  instill a crisp propensity        
  for suppression again        
       
Spring is cursory⁠—          
  a budding headdress only          
⁠for those that cannot observe        
  beyond outward beauty;          
who swallow, eventually        ...

Remembering what I said last night, now I reflect
I should have been a little more cautious with my words
But then again hindsight is always twenty-twenty
I blurted out the things that came to mind
And now I’m choosing on what to do next.

I don’t know why I said it
But my intuition was to be honest,
Now the poet in me is sad.

I slept on it but still
No answers came to me in dreams…

It’s like we go through this cycle,
Every once in a while we’ll argue,
Reconnect and become closer,
Until something...