#jackgilbert

Jack Gilbert

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“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 to which nation. French has no word for home, and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people in northern India is dying out because their ancient tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.”💗🙏 #JackGilbert #poetry #soul #vocabulary #language #travel (at Valletta, Malta) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3X7i8kI2RH/?igshid=f4r7k9aa754h

I write every day. Often, along with original work, I copy down a poem that I admire or that means a lot to me. Here’s Jack Gilbert’s “Failing and Flying.” . . . . #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #jackgilbert #poetry #journaling #fountainpen #handwriting #diplomatfountainpen #cursive #amwriting https://www.instagram.com/p/B0WbHjuB9dqtXQQdSsUmCH8IpVoipCDZ5ZLL2Q0/?igshid=1j0le2khhq44w

Climbing the rooftops in St. Pete put me in that kind of mode so let me share the poem that I found recently and that still spins in my head. It’s called “Failing and Flying” and was written by #JackGilbert and nope, it’s not @elizabeth_gilbert_writer’s relative (even though both are freaking amazing). ❤️ “Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It's the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake, that everybody said it would never work. That she was old enough to know better. 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. Every morning she was asleep in my bed like a visitation, the gentleness in her like antelope standing in the dawn mist. Each afternoon I watched her coming back through the hot stony field after swimming, the sea light behind her and the huge sky on the other side of that. Listened to her while we ate lunch. How can they say the marriage failed? Like the people who came back from Provence (when it was Provence) and said it was pretty but the food was greasy. I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of his triumph.” #poetry #Russia #StPetersburg #hearts #Russian (at Санкт-Петербург Питер CПБ) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bys-ViUiavo/?igshid=1u0b33sdpz7ur