Jack Gilbert Heart Poems

  • 1.
    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.
    ...
  • 2.
    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
    ...
  • 3.
    Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.
    Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
    But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down
    but the angel flies up again taking us with her.
    ...
  • 4.
    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
    ...
  • 5.
    There is always the harrowing by mortality,
    the strafing by age, he thinks. Always defeats.
    Sorrows come like epidemics. But we are alive
    in the difficult way adults want to be alive.
    ...
  • 6.
    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.
    ...
  • 7.
    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.
    ...
Total 7 Heart Poems by Jack Gilbert

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Ronald Thorpe Jorgensen: Though uneven, his best are our American heights and the lucidity of the earth: The Abnormal Is Not Courage and A Brief for the Defense. I encourage other readers to welcome them into the memory of their hearts.
ronald jorgensen: Though uneven, his best are our American heights and the lucidity of the earth: "The Abnormal Is Not Courage", "A Brief for the Defense". I encourage readers to welcome them into the memory of their hearts.

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