Jack Gilbert

(1925 - / Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

Jack Gilbert Poems

1. Poetry Is A Kind Of Lying 4/15/2015
2. South 5/4/2012
3. The Mistake 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 Great Fires 1/13/2003
15. The Abnormal Is Not Courage 1/13/2003
16. The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart 1/13/2003
17. Tear It Down 1/13/2003
18. Divorce 1/13/2003
19. Rain 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Jack Gilbert

Rain

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.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.


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Tear It Down

We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.

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