Reading Louise Glück: 4 Days until Halloween

by | Oct 27, 2019 | Reading

Happy Sunday, friends! I hope you’re having a relaxing weekend.

Today, we’re going trick-or-treating in a neighborhood nearby with friends, and we’re also planning to go to Chicago’s Botanical Gardens to see their annual 1000 glowing Jack-o-lanterns display.

What are you doing to celebrate Halloween and enjoy fall?

To continue our countdown—only four days to go!—here’s a poem by Louise Glück:


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.

poem previously featured by the Poetry Foundation, here

Happy Sunday, friends, and Happy Fall!