Louise Glück

Writing is a kind of revenge against circumstance too: bad luck, loss, pain. If you make something out of it, then you've no longer been bested by these events.

— Louise Glück

Why love what you will lose?

— Louise Glück

Tonight I saw myself in the dark window as

— Louise Glück

The assignment was to fall in love.

— Louise Glück

Without thinking, I knelt in the grass, like someone meaning to pray.

— Louise Glück

I think here I will leave you. It has come to seem

— Louise Glück

It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world.

— Louise Glück

(after many years) we were still at that first stage, still

— Louise Glück

How heavy my mind is,

— Louise Glück

Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night

— Louise Glück

You die when your spirit dies.

— Louise Glück

I see, he said, that you no longer

— Louise Glück

I don’t need your praise

— Louise Glück

Desire, loneliness, wind in the flowering almond—

— Louise Glück

Tonight I saw myself in the dark window as

— Louise Glück

Of two sisters

— Louise Glück

The master said

— Louise Glück

I was not prepared: sunset, end of summer. Demonstrations

— Louise Glück

Gretel in Darkness:

— Louise Glück

You die when your spirit dies.

— Louise Glück

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary,

— Louise Glück