When we get beyond beauty and pleasure
Where the worms had opened the owl’s chest
While he was in kindergarten, everybody wanted to play
Why the mouth? Why is it the mouth we put to mouth
Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying
Year by year he works himself
Yearning inside the rejoicing. The heart’s famine
You go in from the cobbled back street
You hear yourself walking on the snow
You know I am serious about the whales
A NOTE ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ALSO BY JACK GILBERT
The Dance Most of All
Refusing Heaven
The Great Fires
Monolithos
Views of Jeopardy