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Review ✓ The Seven Ages 102 Õ The Seven Ages was written during a ten week period in the summer of 1999The fierce austerely beautiful and visionary voice that has become Glück's trademark speaks in these poems of a life lived in unflinching awareness Many of the poems in this collection bear the familiar features of Glück's earlier work returning Backward in time to an eidetic unrecoverable past and ahead to an as yet unrealized future Earth was given to me in a dream In a dream I possessed it In these poems Glück is wry dreamlike idiomatic undeceived unrelenting This new transparent mode although charged by the indelible imagery and exact phrasing her readers will recognize represents an ecstatic departure from her previous work. i know a piece of writing is something special if a line is so startlingly resonant that i immediately tear up doesn’t happen a lot but this rly hit the spot tonight“we had only a few days but they were very longthe light changed constantly a few days spread out over several yearsover the course of a decadeand each meeting charged with a sense of exactnessas though we had traveled separately some great distance; as though there had beenthrough all of the years of wanderinga destination after all not a place but a body a voice”—the destination“i loved once i loved twiceand even though in our casethings never got off the ground it was a good thing to have tried and i still have the letters of course sometimes i will take a few years’ worthto reread in the gardenwith a glass of iced tea”—from a journal

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Omena of the world around us Like Ararat Glück's fifth book this collection explores the hazards and pleasures of the domestic sphere and the family with an eye to the demonic As in The Wild Iris which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1993 and Vita Nova imagination supplants both empiricism and tradition in these poems Unlike her past work many of these poems inhabit the realm of dreams moving. like louise yuck

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The Seven AgesThe Seven Ages was written during a ten week period in the summer of 1999The fierce austerely beautiful and visionary voice that has become Glück's trademark speaks in these poems of a life lived in unflinching awareness Many of the poems in this collection bear the familiar features of Glück's earlier work returning to themes of nature and the classical narratives that explain the phen. Here are my two favorite poems of the collection I had difficulty selecting just twoFrom a JournalLouise GluckI had a lover onceI had a lover twiceeasily three times I lovedAnd in betweenmy heart reconstructed itself perfectlylike a wormAnd my dreams also reconstructed themselvesAfter a time I realized I was livinga completely idiotic lifeIdiotic wasted – And sometime later you and Ibegan to correspond inventingan entirely new formDeep intimacy over great distanceKeats to Fanny Brawne Dante to Beatrice – One cannot inventa new form inan old character The letters I sent remainedimmaculately ironic aloofyet forthright Meanwhile I was writingdifferent letters in my headsome of which became poemsSo much genuine feelingSo many fierce declarationsof passionate longingI loved once I loved twiceand suddenlythe form collapsed I wasunable to sustain ignoranceHow sad to have lost you to have lostany chance of actually knowing youor remembering you over timeas a real person as someone I could have growndeeply attached to maybethe brother I never hadAnd how sad to thinkof dying before finding outanything And to realizehow ignorant we all are most of the timeseeing thingsonly from the one vantage like a sniperAnd there were so many thingsI never got to tell you about myselfthings which might have swayed youAnd the photo I never sent takenthe night I looked almost splendidI wanted you to fall in love But the arrowkept hitting the mirror and coming backAnd the letters kept dividing themselveswith neither half totally trueAnd sadly you never figured outany of this though you always wrote backso promptly always the same elusive letterI loved once I loved twiceand even though in our casethings never got off the groundit was a good thing to have triedAnd I still have the letters of courseSometimes I will take a few years’ worthto reread in the gardenwith a glass of iced teaAnd I feel sometimes part of somethingvery great wholly profound and sweepingI loved once I loved twiceeasily three times I lovedErosLouise GluckI had drawn my chair to the hotel window to watch the rainI was in a kind of dream or trance – in love and yetI wanted nothingIt seemed unnecessary to touch you to see you againI wanted only thisthe room the chair the sound of the rain fallinghour after hour in the warmth of the spring nightI needed nothing ; I was utterly satedMy heart had become small; it took very little to fill itI watched the rain falling in heavy sheets over the darkened city – You were not concerned; I could let youlive as you needed to liveAt dawn the rain abated I did the thingsone does in daylight I acuitted myselfbut I moved like a sleepwalkerIt was enough and it no longer involved youA few days in a strange cityA conversation the touch of a handAnd afterward I took off my wedding ringThat was what I wanted to be naked