We had heard that she was ill, but it was still a shock on Friday when messages started coming in from friends that the poet Louise Glück had died. Everybody dies, and Glück was eighty, with a life behind her of extraordinary accomplishment and extraordinary recognition; so why did it feel so unjust? Maybe because her illness, at least in my awareness o…
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