Glückness

Glück never quite clicked with you,
And Lord knows you would never
Have clicked the least bit with Glück.

You puzzle some over this.
Glück was a Hall of Famer,
The champion of prizes.

Eliot won the Nobel,
Other poets Pulitzers
And National Book Awards.

Glück won one of everything,
An EGOT of poetry,
If there had been such a thing.

Decades you’ve been reading her,
But while lesser lights won you
And your worthless loyalty,

Somehow, Glück never quite clicked.
Now she’s dead. Should you reread
Those books for another look?