Jack Gilbert has already released a fine body of poetic work into the world. His talent is quiet and immense, and you still see in these poems the fleeting luminous measures of his life that he has so elegantly captured on paper. Some of these poems are quite good. But some, unfortunately, are...
Under the earth are the stones and holding the stones together is the silence. His heart smelling of the cypress tree. The whole valley at dawn sweet with its emptiness. There is a door in the wind, lima bean soup on the stove. Tomorrow begins in th...