by Jack Gilbert
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.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within the body.
A dear friend of mine who is currently heartbroken was looking for recommendations and to my joy, she took one of mine and just finished Blankets and is absolutely in love. My personal unbiased opinion, of course, is that it is both the perfect in love and out of love graphic novel, illustrated literary fiction for this whatever generation. I just sent her too many links, to new poets I've discovered (Ruth Ellen Kocher), to Craig Thompson's ever-inspiring blog. I've finished two assignments far earlier than usual and am starting a third. Feeling good, feeling loved.
Soundtrack: Yael Naim - New Soul