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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Grainne who wrote (100056)	3/30/2005 8:24:50 PM
From: Poet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Here's a new favorite (the beginning of it, anyway), by Jack Gilbert, from his very new collection, Refusing Heaven: Music is in the Piano Only When it is Played We are not one with this world. We are not the complexity our body is, nor the summer air idling in the big maple without purpose. We are a shape the wind makes in these leaves as it passes through. We are not the wood any more than the fire, but the heat which is a marriage between the two. We are certainly not the lake nor the fish in it, but something that is pleased by them." Gilbert is a brilliant, wise man, a wonderful poet at the end of his life. I urge people to read him. Robert Creeley, one of the great American poets who was a direct descendant of Walt Whitman, died today. Not "by the way". But with deep sadness.