Jack Gilbert
Jack Gilbert
Jack Gilbertwas an American poet...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth18 February 1925
CountryUnited States of America
littles greedy
Why do so manysettle for so little? I don't understand why they're not greedy for what's inside them.
time burning speed
We are all burning in time, but each is consumed at his own speed.
moon wind whispering
We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones.
horse archer names
What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds.
successful thinking enough
I'm vain enough to think that I've made a successful life. I've had everything I've ever wanted. You can't beat that.
summer rain night
The woman is not just a pleasure, nor even a problem. She is a meniscus that allows the absolute to have a shape, that lets him skate however briefly on the mystery, her presence luminous on the ordinary and the grand. Like the odor at night in Pittsburgh’s empty streets after summer rain on maples and sycamore.
moon wind whispering
We are resident inside with the machinery, a glimmering spread throughout the apparatus. We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones. The flesh is a neighborhood, but not the life.
night long rope
THE ABANDONED VALLEY Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope?
summer stars ocean
But anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Like being there by that summer ocean on the other side of the island while love was fading out of her, the stars burning so extravagantly those nights that anyone could tell you they would never last.