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The Wild Iris files The Wild Iris, read online The Wild Iris, free The Wild Iris, free The Wild Iris, The Wild Iris e3f5dc3d4 This Collection Of Stunningly Beautiful Poems Encompasses The Natural, Human, And Spiritual Realms, And Is Bound Together By The Universal Themes Of Time And Mortality With Clarity And Sureness Of Craft, Gluck S Poetry Questions, Explores, And Finally Celebrates The Ordeal Of Being Alive

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    I had a Creative Writing teacher who asked me once if I would like anyone other than myself to read my poetry When I answered, Yes, she advised me to make the suffering in my poems universal and less personal Poetry is obviously personal, but she explained to me that, if I had a husband named Dick who beat me, it would be effective to describe the blows from his hands or the degradation of the act or the hopelessness of my situation rather than to write specifically about Dick and how much I hated him You can still write about the pain of your personal suffering, but in a way that others can relate to your situation.It was excellent advice, and it helped my poetry immensely.I only wish that Ms Gluck had received the same advice before she published this collection.Just for the record, I recently gave a later work of Ms Gluck s October , a five star review I found it poignant, and here s the important part relatable.Relatable Poetry, at least for me, must be relatable This collection, The Wild Iris, is too arcane The greatest example who is you She speaks to you, throughout the entire collection But, you know, not you But you I know that this you isn t me So is it God Her lover Her parent Her child Her inner self Is the you shifting Is it the same you throughout And, what s this You wanted to be born I let you be born.When has my grief ever gotten in the way of your pleasure never imagining the sound of my voiceas anything but part of you you won t hear it in the other world,not clearly again,not in birdcall or human cryWho wanted to be born Who was birthed Why will the person not hear her birdcall again And, why does she keep speaking as though she s a bird Who s the bird Why are there so many birds No disrespect, but I m an emotional gal, and nothing happened here for me Not a single tear, not a chuckle, not a smile No universal suffering in this collection Well, not unless you re a bird.

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    The Silver LilyLouise Gl ckThe nights have grown cool again, like the nights of early spring, and quiet again Will speech disturb you We re alone now we have no reason for silence Can you see, over the garden the full moon rises I won t see the next full moon In spring, when the moon rose, it meant time was endless Snowdrops opened and closed, the clustered seeds of the maples fell in pale drifts White over white, the moon rose over the birch tree And in the crook, where the tree divides, leaves of the first daffodils, in moonlight soft greenish silver We have come too far together toward the end now to fear the end These nights, I am no longer even certain I know what the end means And you, who ve been with a man after the first cries, doesn t joy, like fear, make no sound This is a book of poetry in part about grief and the resurrection of the soul in spring, guided by flowers, in the language of flowers About the decision to live, made again and again Often powerful and moving Proceeds through a kind of conversation between the flowers of a garden and the gardener, who is also the poet And also with a father Father Many poems are matins or vespers which are sometimes a discourse about with the human and divine Each flower has its own characteristics, that seem to connect to human emotional states of loss and recuperation The great thingis not havinga mind Feelings oh, I have those theygovern me.Flowers as various human emotions personified, connected to cycles of despair and hope and spiritual connection Poems of great beauty and sorrow, feeling focused, visionary Each spring flowers bloom, that seasonal cycle, the flowers gone soon enough, only to return My second of her books, published in 1992, won The Pulitzer Prize in 1993.The Wild IrisLouise Gl ckAt the end of my sufferingthere was a door.Hear me out that which you call deathI remember.Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.Then nothing The weak sunflickered over the dry surface.It is terrible to surviveas consciousnessburied in the dark earth.Then it was over that which you fear, beinga soul and unableto speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earthbending a little And what I took to bebirds darting in low shrubs.You who do not rememberpassage from the other worldI tell you I could speak again whateverreturns from oblivion returnsto find a voice from the center of my life camea great fountain, deep blueshadows on azure seawater.

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    rating and review to come.It s taken me a little while to think about what to write This is an interesting collection with poems told in different voices Those with flower names are related by nature, the vespers and Matins by humans while others to do with weather, seasons and light are related by God In some poems the poet reveals God s heart as He grieves over humankind s choices and turning away from Him, their inability to see Him or listen to Him, and their inability to grow as He would have liked.I enjoyed the concept of using the different voices and the poems work well on the page The language is simple yet effective They are poems meant to be read slowly and thoughtfully I m not going to quote lines, as I think the poems need to be read whole and in context Even though Louise Gluck is a Pulitzer Prize winner, I m not sure I enjoyed this collection quite as much as I expected to That s not to say I didn t enjoy it It is certainly well worth reading and I think I will enjoy it even on a second or third reading For now my favourite poems are The Wild IrisTrilliumLamiumClear MorningRetreating WindThe GardenPresque Isle Retreating Light SunsetLullaby

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    It was so hard to pick a favorite poem from this book I could have chosen almost any of them.SunsetMy great happinessis the sound your voice makescalling to me even in despair my sorrowthat I cannot answer youin speech you accept as mine.You have no faith in your own language.So you investauthority in signsyou cannot read with any accuracy.And yet your voice reaches me always.And I answer constantly,my anger passingas winter passes My tendernessshould be apparent to youin the breeze of the summer eveningand in the words that become your own response.

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    Pulitzer Prize winner, The Wild Iris , is a collection of 54 poems telling about changes in a garden The poems are written in the voices of individual flowers, the poet gardener, and the God of the garden Themes of transformation, suffering, death, and rebirth are present in the poems The flowers die in the autumn and are reborn in the spring, while the poet gardener can be emotionally and spiritually reborn God s voice comes in poems about the seasons, light and darkness, and water and dryness These elements lead to transformations physical, emotional, and spiritual Changes time, aging, loss, our choices can lead to feelings of despair, but also to new beginnings.SnowdropsDo you know what I was, how I lived You knowwhat despair is thenwinter should have meaning for you.I did not expect to survive,earth suppressing me I didn t expectto awaken again, to feelin damp earth my bodyable to respond again, remembering,after so long how to open againin the cold lightof earliest spring afraid, yes, but among you againcrying yes risk joyin the raw wind of the new world.

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    Full Disclosure I was assigned this book for a workshop and probably wouldn t have ever found the time to read it if that hadn t been the case Retreating Light, one of Louise Gluck s poems within Wild Iris, is one of my favorite poems I actually give it to students on the last day of class every year, as it encapsulates so much of what I think about teaching After reading this entire book of poetry, I was initially still a fan of Louise Gluck s, but I didn t find myself as moved by the entire book as I am by Retreating Light Then in class, discussing the book with fellow teachers led by a BU literature professor, I found my understanding of the text growing and blossoming into a true appreciation for how wonderful it is Had I known a few things prior to reading Wild Iris, I would have enjoyed it this much even without dissecting it with other teachers Here is what is essential for understanding The poems all create a loose narrative based on the Book of Genesis Three voices are utilized throughout the humans principally Eve , God, and nature itself God speaks through poems titled by weather including the seasons and light and nature speaks through poems titled for individual flowers, who individually serve as speakers within the poems The human voice surfaces in poems titled mostly as supplications to God ie Matins and Vespers.Knowing all of that is essential to a critical reading of the book Obviously, multiple readings would provide this same insight, but I thought I d save anyone who is interested some time The resulting reading is actually far removed from the original Biblical text as Louise Gluck has actually created something with much universal depth and insight.

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    The Table of Contents reads like the poet s inventory of the flowers in her garden There s the Wild Iris , Trillium , Lamium , Snowdrops , etc Along with a multitude of Matins and Vespers Why the poet chose to name multiple poems Matins and Vespers may be a commentary on the plant, or a commentary on the prevalence of these particular plants in her garden.More likely, the poet is using the Matins and Vespers to create a broader and universal commentary Indeed, this collection is not about plants Any reading of the poems as a collection about plants is purely superficial In her previous collection, ARARAT, the poet wrote about her family This reading is not superficial because the poems in ARARAT were peppered with autobiographical details corroborated by details provided in other collections What elevated ARARAT from the superficial, however, was the universality with which the poet wrote about the family unit Indeed, the poet wrote about not only her family but every family This collection takes the same model a step beyond Indeed, THE WILD IRIS can be read as a collection of poems about flowers The collection is elevated by its meditative transcendental leanings Indeed, flowers are not the subject of the poems but the descriptors for example, pollination becomes immigration in Scilla You are all the same to us,solitary, standing above us, planningyour silly lives you do where you are sent, like all things,where the wind plants you ScillaThe poet as gardener develops a god complex, towering over her plants, her creations, wielding the power of life, but ultimately subordinated by the changing seasons that are beyond her power in End of Winter , Retreating Wind , Midsummer , Early Darkness , and The Golden Lily You wanted to be born I let you be born.When had my grief ever gottenin the way of your pleasure End of WinterWhen I made you, I loved you.Now I pity you Retreating WindHow can I help you when you all wantdifferent things sunlight and shadow,most darkness, dry heat Listen to yourselves, vying with one another And you wonderwhy I despair of you,you think something could fuse you into a whole MidsummerNever forget you are my children.You are not suffering because you touched each otherbut because you were born,because you required lifeseparate from me Early Darknessall around,my companions are failing, thinkingyou do not see Howcan they know you seeunless you save us In the summer twilight, are youclose enough to hearyour child s terror Orare you not my father,you who raised me The Golden LilySomething else that is interesting is the poet s emphasis on voice But what is voice as it relates to flowers Voice is what relates the flowers to humanity Indeed, a flower endowed with a voice is humanized in The Wild Iris , Clear Morning , Scilla , The While Rose , Vespers VIII , and Sunset You who do not rememberpassage from the other worldI tell you I could speak again whateverreturns from oblivion returnsto find a voice The Wild Irisyou would never accepta voice like mine, indifferentto the objects you busily name,your mouthssmall circles of awe Clear Morningwhy do you treasure your voicewhen to be one thingis to be next to nothing ScillaI am not like you, I have onlymy body for a voice I can tdisappear into silence The While RoseYour voice is gone now I hardly hear you.Your starry voice all shadow nowand the earth dark againwith your great changes of heart Vespers VIII My great happiness is the sound your voice makescalling to me even in despair mu sorrowthat I cannot answer youin speech you accept as mine SunsetOne of my favourite passagesGo ahead say what you re thinking The gardenis not the real world Machinesare the real world Say frankly what any foolcould read in your face it makes senseto avoid us, to resistnostalgia It isnot modern enough, the sound the wind makesstirring a meadow of dairies the mindcannot shine following it And the mindwants to shine, plainly, asmachines shine, and not grow deep, as, for example, roots Daisies

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    SnowdropsDo you know what I was, how I lived You knowwhat despair is thenwinter should have meaning for you.I did not expect to survive,earth suppressing me I didn t expectto waken again, to feelin damp earth my bodyable to respond again, rememberingafter so long how to open againin the cold lightof earliest spring afraid, yes, but among you againcrying yes risk joyin the raw wind of the new world.

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    The most common piece of criticism that I hear about Louise Gl ck is that she needs to stop writing about flowers I suppose that s valid, but a bit simplistic I do feel that at times she is working too hard to find meaning in clovers or something, just so she can fill up the collection But for me, the vast majority of these poems really work I can t really say that I fully understand the nuances of poetry and what makes a poem good or bad, so if you are a casual reader of poetry, like me, this review might be helpful.The other reviews will tell you that God is represented by poems titled with seasons, weather, or light people are represented by poems titled with prayers Vespers and Matins, mostly and nature is represented by poems titled with flowers or other plants In this review, I do the same It s important to know But really, what is the difference between us and nature, to God For that matter, to the plants, what is the difference between us and God There are differences, here, though I can t really tell you what they are Just that the essences of things are different Gl ck understands these essences perfectly and works them over, basically turning the entire collection into a giant apostrophe to the larger world of things outside the self, looking for recognition, exploring the joys and limitations of experience, the complexities of a fulfilling or unfulfilling relationship with God or not , growth, depression and persistence, as well as the coming death winter brings The plants die, humans retreat from the garden, God sleeps When that happens, you can return to this collection and remember the summer.So yes, this collection is about flowers If your basic level of reading comprehension stops there, then go ahead and skip this.

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    This beautiful collection reminds me of why I secretly love poetry I don t know much poetry, and I can t say much about it In the course of earning a degree in English, I had only one teacher who mentioned things like prosody But The Wild Iris is just phenomenal I read this book as part of an institutionalized book club in my graduate program, and as I read I cringed every time I finished a poem, thinking What am I going to say What s significant here How will we discuss this for an entire hour I shouldn t have been worried I was amazed, not only what others found in the delicate lines of Gluck s poetry, but also what came out of my mouth I connected with these poems on an almost subconscious level, and I wasn t alone For that reason, the proof of experience, I strongly recommend this little collection for EVERYONE Read a few a day or if you re like me, at night and find joy in the sublimity of verse.

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