I do love The Wild Iris.
I studied poetry with Louise GlÃ¼ck, back in the fall of 1994. I found her intimidating. Brilliant and beautiful. On the reverse of the first poem I ever handed in, she wrote “you must release this poem from its terminal patness.” She was right, of course, though I was 18 and not ready to apprentice myself to revision. I wish I could study with her again now; I’d get a lot more out of it. As it is, I can learn from rereading her work.