Jack gilbert poet biography template
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What sets Gilbert sudden is his natural supersensitivity to the intricacies of hominid happiness. In attendance, in his poem, “Mistake,” Gilbert explains the intensity found flat in eliminate and mortality.
There is every time the distressing by mortality,
the strafing by locate, he thinks. Always defeats.
Sorrows build on like epidemics. But surprise are alive
in say publicly difficult chuck adults pine for to engrave alive.
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a consecration to stroke for xviii years
now a lady is dead.
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Jack Gilbert, -
the hard-hooks that fold you down to your knees
Image: From a NYU Creative Writing photo.
In the Soho, NYC — at Dunkin' Donuts of all places, a year ago — hanging out with Gerald Stern so we talked like always. About everything, about Paris in the 50's. The conversation was good, you know about selling black market typewriters and other goods. We came to a stop, Gerry slowed and spoke of Jack. The words are jumbled up now if I could recall them maybe about Jack being in a Berkeley home with Alzheimer’s having saved serious money just to hand it over to caretakers. It wasn't the words. It was the tenderness in Stern’s voice. That's all you need sometimes to say a lot about a good man. Here's a poem with all the power Jack is known for — the hard-hooks that fold you down to your knees. Gracias Jack, I remember you too back in SF when I was starting out and you were getting your second wind.
— Juan Felipe Herrera
TEAR IT DOWN
We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep
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Jack Gilbert
Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering. Stood looking
out at bright moonlight on concrete.
The Poles rode out from Warsaw against the German
Tanks on horses. Rode knowing, in sunlight, with sabers,
A magnitude of beauty that allows me no peace.
And yet this poem would lessen that day. Question
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
Love is apart from all things.
Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.
It is not the body that finds love.
What leads us there is the body.
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.
When the King of Siam disliked a cour