Reading and analysis of the contemporary poem "The Empty Glass" by Louise Glück, 2020 Nobel Prize winner in Literature. Recommended for high school and adult listeners.
*Language warning (one instance of profanity in the poem, repeated 2-3 times in the course of analysis)
*Subject warning: this poem is largely dark and depressing
Episode includes careful analysis of symbolism, imagery, diction, and syntax; special focus on Glück's use of enjambment and classical reference.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49618/the-empty-glass
The Empty Glass
I asked for much; I received much.
I asked for much; I received little, I received
And between? A few umbrellas opened indoors.
A pair of shoes by mistake on the kitchen table.
O wrong, wrong—it was my nature. I was
hard-hearted, remote. I was
selfish, rigid to the point of tyranny.
But I was always that person, even in early childhood.
Small, dark-haired, dreaded by the other children.
I never changed. Inside the glass, the abstract
from high to low overnight.
Was it the sea? Responding, maybe,
to celestial force? To be safe,
I prayed. I tried to be a better person.
Soon it seemed to me that what began as terror
and matured into moral narcissism
might have become in fact
actual human growth. Maybe
this is what my friends meant, taking my hand,
telling me they understood
the abuse, the incredible shit I accepted,
implying (so I once thought) I was a little sick
to give so much for so little.
Whereas they meant I was good (clasping my hand intensely)—
a good friend and person, not a creature of pathos.
I was not pathetic! I was writ large,
Well, it all makes for interesting conjecture.
And it occurs to me that what is crucial is to believe
in effort, to believe some good will come of simply trying,
a good completely untainted by the corrupt initiating impulse
What are we without this?
Whirling in the dark universe,
alone, afraid, unable to influence fate—
Sad tricks with ladders and shoes,
tricks with salt, impurely motivated recurring
attempts to build character.
What do we have to appease the great forces?
And I think in the end this was the question
that destroyed Agamemnon, there on the beach,
the Greek ships at the ready, the sea
invisible beyond the serene harbor, the future
lethal, unstable: he was a fool, thinking
it could be controlled. He should have said
I have nothing, I am at your mercy.