Jack Gilbert

(1925 - / Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

Jack Gilbert Poems

1. Poetry Is A Kind Of Lying 4/15/2015
2. The Mistake 5/4/2012
3. South 5/4/2012
4. Summer At Blue Creek, North Carolina 5/4/2012
5. Going There 5/4/2012
6. Horses At Midnight Without A Moon 5/4/2012
7. A Brief For The Defense 5/4/2012
8. Failing And Flying 5/4/2012
9. Portrait Number Five: Against A New York Summer 1/1/2004
10. Recovering Amid The Farms 1/13/2003
11. In Umbria 1/1/2004
12. In Dispraise Of Poetry 1/13/2003
13. Searching For Pittsburgh 1/13/2003
14. The Abnormal Is Not Courage 1/13/2003
15. The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart 1/13/2003
16. Tear It Down 1/13/2003
17. Divorce 1/13/2003
18. The Great Fires 1/13/2003
19. Rain 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Jack Gilbert


Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.

I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
This rain.

Anonymous submission.

Read the full of Rain


Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering. Stood looking
out at bright moonlight on concrete.

Anonymous submission.

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