Jack Gilbert

(1925 - / Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

Jack Gilbert Poems

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

Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
at the fountain are laughing together between
the suffering they have known and the awfulness
in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
in the village is very sick. There is laughter
every day in the terrible ...

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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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