Jane has introduced me to the wonders of American poet Louise Glück through her collected First Five Books of Poems (Carcanet), which as the title suggests collects in their entirety her first five books.
There is such a marvelous sense of control and understatement at play in these works, especially the earlier pieces. My favourite of the collection is her 1975 book, The House on Marshland, where she reduces her poetry to long flowing sentences that are both evocative and elusive at the same time.
I trawled the web and found one of my favourites:
All Hallows
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:
This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence
and the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here
Come here, little one
And the soul creeps out of the tree.
– Louise Glück
SOURCE: Poemhunter.com

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