Jack Gilbert

1. I was standing at my desk, distracted by the sunlight coming through the window, talking to S. We have to come to terms with this, I said, but it wasn't after a while when I realised I only said that

1. I have been off the track for awhile. Two weeks, almost. No, not off the track. Derailed, it seems like. On some days they are almost the same. I can't seem to find the energy—or desire—to find my way back. 2. No,

I have started drawing again. I meant to write poems, but that is what I did last night. It felt like a little piece of me had come home. Explicating the Twilight Jack Gilbert The rat makes her way up the mulberry tree, the

Goodbye, February. This month has not been good for my writing, but I enjoyed you just the same. In Dispraise Of Poetry Jack Gilbert When the King of Siam disliked a courtier, he gave him a beautiful white elephant. The miracle beast deserved such ritual that

And because I have difficulty writing tonight, my hands empty after grasping the air for hours for words that don't seem to be there: The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart Jack Gilbert How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that

Been thinking of taking long walks where I never come back. Failing and Flying Jack Gilbert Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It's the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake, that everybody said

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

You called me, out of the blue, and said, I wish I could live under your skin. It was a Monday. I skipped class. Tear It Down Jack Gilbert We find out the heart only by dismantling what the heart knows. By redefining the