Great Regulars: [Louise] Glück has always (and self-consciously)

favored abstraction over particularity--from the beginning, she's written lines that are almost completely devoid of the kind of chatty reportage and pop cultural name-dropping that have been common in American poetry since the death of Frank O'Hara. A Glück poem is dreamlike, chilly, enigmatic. It is still. It is spare. It is almost aggressively concentrated. It revolves around words like "dark," "pond," "soul," "body" and "earth."

from David Orr: The New York Times: Louise Glück's Metamorphoses

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