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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Searching For Pittsburgh

The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night,
between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart
and hesitates. Considers and then goes around it.
Trying to escape the mildness of our violent world.
Goes deeper, searching for what remains of Pittsburgh
in me. The rusting mills sprawled gigantically
along three rivers. The authority of them.
The gritty alleys where we played every evening were
stained pink by the inferno always surging in the sky,

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