When she learned that she was receiving the Nobel Prize for Literature in October 2020, Louise Glück says she was both surprised and apprehensive. Poetry, as she conceives it, must seek to create an intimate dialogue, a one-on-one with the reader, a privileged, deep relationship, far from crowds and spotlights. The writer, born in 1943 in New York, preferred to cultivate her garden in Vermont – “country without summer”, where planting tomatoes is a desperate act – rather than participate in social life. To disappear, to fade away, the better to explore through poetry these questions: what is it to be alive? And how to account for this experience in words?