Going There by Jack Gilbert

Playing the guitar. Staring at the sky.

Going There
Jack Gilbert

Of course it was a disaster.
The unbearable, dearest secret
has always been a disaster.
The danger when we try to leave.
Going over and over afterward
what we should have done
instead of what we did.
But for those short times
we seemed to be alive. Misled,
misused, lied to and cheated,
certainly. Still, for that
little while, we visited
our possible life.

—

This is from Collected Poems by Jack Gilbert, published by Alfred A. Knopf, 2012.

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