"You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time running out. Day after day of the everyday. What they call real life, made of eighth-inch gauge. Newness strutting around as if it were significant. Irony, neatness and rhyme pretending to be poetry. I want to go back to that time after Michiko's death when I cried every day among the trees. To the real. To the magnitude of pain, of being that much alive."

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Source : Jack Gilbert (2013). “The Great Fires: Poems, 1982-1992”, p.13, Knopf

Jack Gilbert

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