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Bluelight Crew
Jack Gilbert was a fantastic poet who recently passed away. I was reading one of his poems this morning and found it to be quite inspiring so I thought some TDSers might like to read it as well. Here's Failing and Flying:
Wow, Spork, I love this poem. Thank you so much for sharing it. I wasn't familiar with him so I looked him up and then couldn't stop reading. Here is one I liked:
Horses at Midnight without a Moon
Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down
but the angel flies up again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk with us later
as long-legged beauty through
the dirty streets. It is no surprise
that danger and suffering surround us.
What astonishes is the singing.
We know the horses are there in the dark
meadow because we can smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells flowers
and realizes the snow is melting
out of sight on top of the mountain,
knows that spring has begun.
Jack Gilbert