Jack Gilbert, 1925–2012
November 13, 2012 | by Sadie Stein
“Being alive is so extraordinary I don’t know why people limit it to riches, pride, security—all of those things life is built on. People miss so much because they want money and comfort and pride, a house and a job to pay for the house. And they have to get a car. You can’t see anything from a car. It’s moving too fast. People take vacations. That’s their reward—the vacation. Why not the life?” —The Art of Poetry No. 91
OAJ | November 15, 2012 at 12:27 am
What people wear
is often who they are.
There is that,
The hole in the sock.
There is a sense of guilt,
There is that,
The hole in the sock.
There is that,
That means something.