By Louise Glück
Farrar, Straus & Giroux
You have only to wait, they will find you.
The geese flying low over the marsh,
glittering in black water.
They find you.
You have only to let it happen:
that cry — release, release — like the moon
wrenched out of earth and rising
full in its circle of arrows
until they come before you
like dead things, saddled with flesh,
and you above them, wounded and
A NYTimes Review
Louise Glück’s Metamorphoses
By DAVID ORR
January 18, 2013