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. Failing And Flying 5/4/2012
8. A Brief For The Defense 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 Great Fires 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


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.

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In Umbria

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

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