Are the angels of her bed the angels who come near me alone in mine? Are the green trees in her window… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
I would say Pittsburgh softly each time before throwing him up. Whisper Pittsburgh with my mouth against the tiny ear and throw… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time running out. Day after day of the everyday. What they… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
“ Going There Of course it was a disaster. The unbearable, dearest secret has always been a disaster. The danger when we… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
I like ornament at the right time, but I don't want a poem to be made out of decoration ... When I… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
I had lived all of my youthful dreams, but I couldn't think of many adult ones. I finally realized that we don't have many… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can. — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
Why do so manysettle for so little? I don't understand why they're not greedy for what's inside them. — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
“A DESCRIPTION OF HAPPINESS IN KOBENHAVN All this windless day snow fell into the King's Garden where I walked, perfecting and growing old, abandoning… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
When I was walking in the mountains with the Japanese man and began to hear the water, he said, 'What is the sound of… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
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. — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
“There was no water at my grandfather’s when I was a kid and would go for it with two zinc buckets. Down the path,… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Failing and Flying" Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It's the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Horses At Midnight Without A Moon" Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there's… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Imagine if suffering were real. Imagine if those old people were afraid of death. What if the midget or the girl with one arm… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
