Wednesday, 30 September 2015

MOREOVER by Jack Gilbert

We are given the trees so we can know
what God looks like. And rivers
so we might understand Him. We are allowed
women so we can get into bed with the Lord,
however partial and momentary that is.
The passion, and then we are single again
while the dark goes on. He lived
in the Massachusetts woods for two years.
Went out naked among the summer pines
at midnight when the moon would allow it.
He watched the aspens when the afternoon breeze
was at them. And listened to rain
on the butternut tree near his window.
But when he finally left, they did not care.
The difficult garden he was midwife to
was indifferent. The eight wild birds
he fed through both winters, when the snow
was starving them, forgot him immediately.
And the three women he ate of and entered
utterly then and before, who were his New World
as immensity and landfall, are now only friends
or dead. What we are given is taken away,
but we manage to keep it secretly.
We lose everything, but make harvest
of the consequence it was to us. Memory
builds this kingdom from the fragments
and approximation. We are gleaners who fill
the barn for the winter that comes on.

Thank you to Erin for sharing this lovely poem with me.


  1. One can never read too much Jack Gilbert. I had never read that particular poem, so thank YOU and Erin!

  2. I am not a fan of poetry usually, unless it is Whitman or Dickinson, but I enjoyed this one.

  3. This is a stunning poem; and yes, I read it once before at Erin's and marveled then too. This is the longing we all have, the need to understand our hungers, and our losses.