Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Jack Gilbert

1925 2012


Singing in My Difficult Mountains

Helot for what time there is
In the baptist hegemony of death.
For what time there is summer,
Island, cornice. Weeping
And singing of what declines
Into the earth. But of having,
Not of not having. What abounds.
Amazed morning after morning
By the yielding. What times there are.
My fine house that love is.