Poems of Jack Gilbert
|1.||A Brief for the Defense||5/4/2012|
|3.||Failing and Flying||5/4/2012|
|5.||Horses at Midnight without a Moon||5/4/2012|
|6.||In Dispraise Of Poetry||1/13/2003|
|8.||Portrait Number Five: Against A New York Summer||1/1/2004|
|10.||Recovering Amid The Farms||1/13/2003|
|11.||Searching For Pittsburgh||1/13/2003|
|13.||Summer at Blue Creek, North Carolina||5/4/2012|
|14.||Tear It Down||1/13/2003|
|15.||Tear It Down||5/4/2012|
|16.||The Abnormal Is Not Courage||1/13/2003|
|17.||The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart||1/13/2003|
|18.||The Great Fires||1/13/2003|
Once upon a time I was sitting outside the cafe
watching twilight in Umbria when a girl came
out of the bakery with the bread her mother wanted.
She did not know what to do. Already bewildered
by being thirteen and just that summer a woman,
she now had to walk past the American.
But she did fine. Went by and around the corner
with style, not noticing me. Almost perfect.
At the last instant could not resist darting a look