I believe that Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of his triumph. Jack Gilbert More Quotes by Jack Gilbert More Quotes From Jack Gilbert Fame is a lot of fun, but it's not interesting. I loved being noticed and praised, even the banquets. But they didn't have anything that I wanted. After about six months, I found it boring. Jack Gilbert six-monthsfuninteresting It is convenient for the old men to blame Eve. To insist we are damned because a country girl talked to the snake one afternoon long ago. Children must starve in Somalia for that, and old women be abandoned in our greatest cities. It’s why we will finally be thrown into the lakes of molten lead. Because she was confused by happiness that first time anyone said she was beautiful. Nevertheless, she must be the issue, so people won’t notice that rocks and galaxies, mathematics and rust are also created in His image. Jack Gilbert girlbeautifulcountry I'm vain enough to think that I've made a successful life. I've had everything I've ever wanted. You can't beat that. Jack Gilbert successfulenoughthinking We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones. Jack Gilbert whisperingmoonwind We are surrounded by the absurd excess of the universe. By meaningless bulk, vastness without size, power without consequence. The stubborn iteration that is present without being felt. Nothing the spirit can marry. Merely phenomenon and its physics. An endless, endless of going on. No habitat where the brain can recognize itself. No pertinence for the heart. Helpless duplication. Jack Gilbert habitatbrainheart To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat Jack Gilbert silencesorrowyears But anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Like being there by that summer ocean on the other side of the island while love was fading out of her, the stars burning so extravagantly those nights that anyone could tell you they would never last. Jack Gilbert oceanstarssummer I would say Pittsburgh softly each time before throwing him up. Whisper Pittsburgh with my mouth against the tiny ear and throw him higher. Pittsburgh and happiness high up. The only way to leave even the smallest trace. So that all his life her son would feel gladness unaccountably when anyone spoke of the ruined city of steel in America. Each time almost remembering something maybe important that got lost. Jack Gilbert citiesamericason We think the fire eats the wood. We are wrong. The wood reaches out to the flame. The fire licks at what the wood harbors, and the wood gives itself away to that intimacy, the manner in which we and the world meet each new day. Jack Gilbert fireinspirationalthinking Question the bravery. Jack Gilbert passionbravery I had lived all of my youthful dreams, but I couldn't think of many adult ones. I finally realized that we don't have many dreams for adults because, historically, people have always died much younger than they do today. Jack Gilbert dreampeoplethinking THE ABANDONED VALLEY Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope? Jack Gilbert bucketsnightlong When I was walking in the mountains with the Japanese man and began to hear the water, he said, 'What is the sound of the waterfall?' 'Silence,' he finally told me. Jack Gilbert silencewatermen You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time running out. Day after day of the everyday. What they call real life, made of eighth-inch gauge. Newness strutting around as if it were significant. Irony, neatness and rhyme pretending to be poetry. I want to go back to that time after Michiko's death when I cried every day among the trees. To the real. To the magnitude of pain, of being that much alive. Jack Gilbert painrealrunning Human beings are just not very good at recording things. Jack Gilbert technology You can't work in a steel mill and think small. Giant converters hundreds of feet high. Every night, the sky looked enormous. It was a torrent of flames - of fire. The place that Pittsburgh used to be had such scale. Jack Gilbert youfireworksky
