All Hallows

By Louise Glück b. 1943 Louise Gluck
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here
Come here, little one

And the soul creeps out of the tree.

"All Hallows" by Louise Glück, from The First Four Books of Poems. Copyright © 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1974, 1975, 1976, 1977, 1978, 1979, 1980, 1985, 1995 by Louise Glück. Used by the permission of HarperCollins Publishers, www.harpercollins.com.

Source: The First Four Books of Poems (The Ecco Press, 1995)

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Poet Louise Glück b. 1943

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Landscapes & Pastorals, Nature, Fall, Mythology & Folklore, Ghosts & the Supernatural

Holidays Halloween

Poetic Terms Imagery, Free Verse

 Louise  Glück

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Louise Glück is considered by many to be one of America’s most talented contemporary poets. The poet Robert Hass has called her “one of the purest and most accomplished lyric poets now writing,” and her poetry is noted for its technical precision, sensitivity, and insight into loneliness, family relationships, divorce, and death. Frequently described as “spare,” James K. Robinson in Contemporary Women Poets also noted that . . .

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SUBJECT Landscapes & Pastorals, Nature, Fall, Mythology & Folklore, Ghosts & the Supernatural

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Poetic Terms Imagery, Free Verse

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