Tag Archives: Jack Gilbert

The Bigness of Small Poems – #33 in a Series – The Ah! Ha! Genius of Jack Gilbert

The Cucumbers of Praxilla of Sicyon What is the best we leave behind? Certainly love and form and ourselves. Surely those. But it is the mornings that are hard to relinquish, and music and cucumbers. Rain on trees, empty piazzas in small towns flooded with sun. What we are busy with doesn’t make us groan […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #18 in a Series – James Wright – A Poem to Counter Terror

  TODAY I WAS HAPPY, SO I MADE THIS POEM As the plump squirrel scampers Across the roof of the corncrib, The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness, And I see that it is impossible to die. Each moment of time is a mountain. An eagle rejoices in the oak trees of heaven, Crying […]

To Soul or Not to Soul – Poems on Soul!

Oh, I Said My subject is the soul Difficult to talk about, Since it is invisible, Silent and often absent. Even when it shows itself In the eyes of a child Or a dog without a home, I’m at a loss for words. Charles Simic (1938 – )  from THE LUNATIC, HarperCollins Publishers, 2015 Earlier […]

Yet We Were Looking Away – On Missing the Moment!

                                                                              The Self-Unseeing Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former […]

SIng Going Down

What a journey I had this morning! It started with finding a Hirschfield quote in the 2012 book A God in the House: …poetry exists in part to enlarge us, to deliver us into the not yet known. Writing is an act that generates and expands attention. And if I’m lucky, I may write something […]

MacEwen and Gilbert – Praise in a World Still Burning

Worlds collide, words collide – the smoke that stays in the mouth, the eyes, from the Lac-Megantic oil-tanker train wreck and explosion in Quebec; and here in Port Townsend, Washington, the different smoke of morning mist on the tongue. It will burn away the young woman says who hands me my morning coffee. What will […]

Shocking Intimacies – A Correspondence in Poetry between Jack Gilbert and Linda Gregg-

In 1981 the American poet Linda Gregg published her first poetry collection, Too Bright To See – a remarkable debut in its own right. But it was made even more memorable by the raw and forthright poems directly and indirectly referencing her eight year marriage/relationship with poet Jack Gilbert and his infidelities.(See previous blogs dated […]

Jack Gilbert and Linda Gregg – A Marriage in Poetry

That the craft of poetry was as important to master American poet Jack Gilbert (1925-2012) as was its potential for storytelling, is made obvious through a little known publication in 1994. In that slight chapbook called Love – A Diptych, Gilbert and his former wife Linda Gregg (1942 – ) each wrote a poem that […]

Jack Gilbert – July 1925 to November 13th, 2012 – Sing Going Down

A great hunger lay at the heart and genius of the American master poet Jack Gilbert, who, until his last years was little known, but in spite of his low-profile, was long considered one of the foremost poets of his generation. Yes, Gilbert was a man driven by hungers but luckily for the world, he […]

Poetry As A Spiritual Practice – Aching For The Roof

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through listen to this music Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz (1320-1389) from Love Poems from God, trans. Daniel Ladinsky, Penguin 2002 The Sufi poet Hafiz, in his poem above  reminds me I am more than just a physical creature; the breath of the divine moves […]