Tag Archives: Poetry

Aubade

Posted on October 10, 2007 by

I would worry about anyone resting too comfortably THAT close to D.C.   And, while poppies might do in a pinch, I’m sticking with my old standby: Darvocets and Whisky**.   In Proofs and Theories Gluck confessed writing essays on poetry for the same … Continue reading →

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Louise Gluck (plditallo)

Posted on October 6, 2007 by

I am typing this post from a comfortable hotel room North by Northwest of Washington, DC. I should be sleeping or “resting” (whatever that means–isn’t “resting” something our mothers said to settle us down on a fitful night before a … Continue reading →

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