Rain – Jack Gilbert / Robert Doisneau

Robert Doisneau, Le Manège de Monsieur Bamé ,1955

Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.

I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains
Joy has been a habit.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.

Jack Gilbert

E-book: Jack Gilbert Poems Here

Jack Gilbert (February 18, 1925 – November 13, 2012) was an American poet. 

It’s not far from the truth. Language is a conspiracy by which we communicate. If you went back in time even a few decades, you would have difficulty making yourself understood.

The forgotten language of love? Here is a passage from a famous old love song:

“Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies”

Jack Gilbert:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Gil…