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11-13-2012, 09:22 PM
Join Date: May 2010
Location: San Francisco
Jack Gilbert the great poet, passed away on monday. he grew up in East Liberty and went to Pitt. he published very rarely (something like four collections in 40 years) but he won or was nominated for all the major poetry prizes and was hugely influential. here's a sample of his work:
A city of brick and tired wood. Ox and sovereign spirit.
Primitive Pittsburgh. Winter month after month telling
of death. The beauty forcing us as much as harshness.
Our spirits forged in that wilderness, our minds forged
by the heart. Making together a consequence of America.
The fox watched me build my Pittsburgh again and again.
In Paris afternoons on Buttes-Chaumont. On Greek islands
with their fields of stone. In beds with women, sometimes,
amid their gentleness. Now the fox will live in our ruined
house. My tomatoes grow ripe among weeds and the sound
of water. In this happy place my serious heart has made.
from The Great Fires: Poems 1982-1992.
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