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Jack Gilbert

Poem For Laura Now come the bright prophets across my life. The solemn fl esh, the miracles, and the pain. Across the simple meadows of my heart, splendidly you come promising sorrow. And knowing, I bless your coming with trees of love, singing, singing even to the night. The princely mornings will fail when you… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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Jack Gilbert

Angelus Obsidian. Sturgeon. Infatuated angels. Which only we can translate into flesh. The language to which we alone are native. Our own bait. We are spirits housed in meat, instantly opaque to the Lord. As Jesus. We go into the deadfall of the body, our hearts in their marvelous cases and discover new belfries everywhere.… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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Jack Gilbert

Imagine if suffering were real. Imagine if those old people were afraid of death. What if the midget or the girl with one arm really felt pain? Imagine how impossible it would be to live if some people were alone and afraid all their lives. — Jack Gilbert, “Games,” Monolithos: Poems, 1962 and 1982. (Alfred… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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Jack Gilbert

Trouble That is what the Odyssey means. Love can leave you nowhere in New Mexico raising peacocks for the rest of your life. The seriously happy heart is a problem. Not the easy excitement, but summer in the Mediterranean mixed with the rain and bitter cold of February on the Riviera, everything on fire in… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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