Collected Poems (24 page)
Authors: Jack Gilbert
Burning and Fathering: Accounts of My Country
Butternut Tree at Fort Juniper, The
By Small and Small: Midnight to Four A.M.
Container for the Thing Contained, The
Crossing the Border, Searching for the City
Crusoe on the Mountain Gathering Faggots
Cucumbers of Praxilla of Sicyon, The
Description of Happiness in København, A
Don Giovanni on His Way to Hell
Don Giovanni on His Way to Hell (II)
First Morning of the World on Long Island, The
Foraging for Wood on the Mountain
Forgotten Dialect of the Heart, The
Four Perfectly Tangerines, The
Greek Gods Don’t Come in Winter, The
Happening Apart from What’s Happening Around It
Happily Planting the Beans Too Early
Horses at Midnight Without a Moon
House on the California Mountain
How Much of That Is Left in Me?
I’ll Try to Explain About the Fear
In Perugino We Have Sometimes Seen Our Country
It Is Clear Why the Angels Come No More
It May Be No One Should Be Opened
Looking at Pittsburgh from Paris
Lord Sits with Me Out in Front, The
Meditation Eleven: Reading Blake Again
Meniscus: Or How the Heart Must Not Be Too Much Questioned
Music Is in the Piano Only When It Is Played
Music Is the Memory of What Never Happened
Myself Considered as the Monster in the Foreground
New Bride Almost Visible in Latin, The
Night Comes Every Day to My Window, The
Not the Happiness but the Consequence of Happiness
On Growing Old in San Francisco
Perspective He Would Mutter Going to Bed
Poem for the Fin Du Monde Man, A
Prospero Dreams of Arnaut Daniel Inventing Love in the Twelfth Century
Prospero Listening to the Night
Put Her in the Fields for Kindness
Rainy Forests of Northern California, The
Searching for It in a Guadalajara Dance Hall
Singing in My Difficult Mountains
Sixth Meditation: Faces of God, The
Summer at Blue Creek, North Carolina
Taste for Grit and Whatever, A
That Tenor of Which the Night Birds Are a Vehicle
They Call It Attempted Suicide
They Will Put My Body into the Ground
Thirty Favorite Lives: Amager, The
’Tis Here! ’Tis Here! ’Tis Gone! (The Nature of Presence)
To See If Something Comes Next
Trying to Have Something Left Over
Walking Home Across the Island
Whiteness, the Sound, and Alcibiades, The
Without Watteau, Without Burckhardt, Oklahoma
About once a month the beautiful girl
A boy sits on the porch of a wooden house
After a summer with happy people
After twenty hours in bed with no food, I decided
Ah, you three women whom I have loved in this
All honor at a distance is punctilio
All night in the Iowa café. Friday night
All of it. The sane woman under the bed with the rat
All taken down like Trastevere or København
All that remains from the work of Skopas
All this windless day snow fell
A man lies warm under the blankets in a house still
“And,” she said, “you must talk no more
An unfamiliar woman sleeps on the other side
Apollo walks the deep roads back in the hills
Are the angels of her bed the angels
A white horse, Linda Gregg wrote, is not a horse
“Barefoot farm girls in silk dresses,” he thinks
Barrels of chains. Sides of beef stacked in vans
Bella fíca!
(beautiful fig, fine sex) the whore said
Beyond what the fires have left of the cathedral
Bring in the gods I say, and he goes out. When he comes
Can you understand being alone so long
Deep inside the night on the eighth floor
Do you think it’s easy for him, the poor bastard?
Dusk and the sea is thus and so. The cat
Each farmer on the island conceals
Easter on the mountain. The hanging goat roasted
El Serape’s floor show finished at one. The lights
Every morning the sad girl brings her three sheep
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew
Fire begins seriously at the body
Flying up, crossing over, going forward
For eleven years I have regretted it
For example, that fragment of entablature
From my hill I look down on the freeway and over
From this distance they are unimportant
Go down to the drugstore at the corner
Got up before the light this morning
Gradually he could hear her. Stop, she was saying
