as a poem titled "Pastoral" makes clear. Though it opens with an image, gentle enough, of the sun coming up over a mountain on a misty morning, "Pastoral" swiftly turns severe: "The sun burns its way through,/like the mind defeating stupidity." Then, as the meadow we expect from the title is revealed, the speaker of the poem declares, "No one really understands/the savagery of this place,/the way it kills people for no reason,/just to keep in practice."Not many poets can be electrifying while keeping the stakes this hypothermically low. Glück is a master, finely calibrating the shocks and their intervals.
from Los Angeles Times: 'A Village Life: Poems' by Louise Glück
also The New York Times: 'Nothing Remains of Love'
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