Jack Gilbert
between
poems
by Roberto Lavidez
woke up
suddenly
thinking
I heard
crying
I wandered
hour
by hour
with my
gentle
bewildered
nee
following the
faint sound
of women
in the
moving
leaves
heart
wanders
lost in the
dark woods
dream
wrestles
in the castle
of doubt
we come
from a
deep forest
of years
into a valley
of an unknown
country
called
loneliness
innocence
has gone
out of me
the song
the song
suddenly
has gone
out of me
alone
with the
heart
howling and
refusing
to let it
feed on
mere
affection
lying in
the dark
singing
about the
intractable
kinds of
happiness
we are
surrounded
by the
absurd
excess
of the
universe
by meaningless
bulk
vastness
without size
power
without
consequence
the heart
has a life
of its own
it gets
free of us
escapes
is ambitious
unfaithful
the soul
is ambitious
for what is
invisible
hungers for
a sacrament
that is both
spirit and
flesh and
neither
in this
country
we have
everything
we need
except
what we
don’t have
the mind
and its
fierceness
lives here
in silence
I dream
of women
and hunger
in my valley
for what can
be made
of granite
what we
are given
is taken
away
but we
manage
to keep it
secretly
what is
the best
we leave
behind
certainly love
and form
and ourselves
surely those
not wanting
to lose it all
for poetry
wanting
to live
the living
sun rising
over the
volcano
at the full
moon
above
the sea
a lady
asked me
what
poets do
between
poems
between
passions
and visions
I said that
between
poems
I provided
for death
until all
the world
is overcome
by what
goes up and
up in us
singing and
dancing and
throwing down
flowers
poetry registers
feelings
delights and
passion
but the best
searches out
what is
beyond
pleasure
is outside
process
nevertheless
soon there
will be
only the
raccoon’s
tracks in
the snow
down by
the river
silence
answering
silence
song
answering
song
gone
and gone
gone
somewhere
gone
nowhere
©robertolavidez2014
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