A few years ago I downloaded on my old Nook e-reader Louise Gluck's "Poems 1962-2012." But I never progressed far into the collection.
Since Gluck won the Nobel Prize for Literature last week, I've been reading a few of her poems everyday.
When she won the award, she made a comment that she didn't want to be a popular poet like Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
At least Longfellow wrote a few lines readers remember. While I like some of Gluck's poems, many of them, called "austere" by the Nobel committee, are too solipsistic. If anything, she's anti-poetic with her trite language and ordinary insights.
Poets like Shakespeare, Frost, Stevens, Keats, Eliot and so on are known for memorable speech. I don't find much of that in Gluck's poems.
I grew tired of her Pulitzer Prize-winning collection "Wild Iris," although the title poem was fine. Poem after poem was written from the point of view of flowers, although they all sounded like Louise Gluck. After a while, I had enough of the garden.
Now I've progressed into poems I like better, based on the Odyssey. Still, the poems don't excite my imagination as my favorite ones do.
I'll keep reading through. It's better than watching Amy Coney Barrett, with those weird Republican witch eyes.