Louise Glück has a voice that is unlike any other; it comes from the underground. If this was a tree, it would be a pine by the sea, a white pine (Pinus strobus), which Glück often mentions in his poems – old, large, with large cones, indeterminate shape on the crown, which grows on the marshes of North America.

Her poems have surprising shapes and are quite long. We rarely end up where we started. Mostly they are written in free verse, but some are structured and some are written in prose. Before moving to Vermont, she had published one book – Firstborn (1968) – already this dark, and angry in tone, at the same time written in a controlled way. There, in the north, however, she got. . .

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