Monday, November 12, 2012

The Morning Reading: "The beauty / That is of many days"

The Abnormal Is Not Courage
~ Jack Gilbert

The Poles rode out from Warsaw against the German
Tanks on horses. Rode knowing, in sunlight, with sabers,
A magnitude of beauty that allows me no peace.
And yet this poem would lessen that day. Question
The bravery. Say it's not courage. Call it a passion.
Would say courage isn't that. Not at its best.
It was impossib1e, and with form. They rode in sunlight,
Were mangled. But I say courage is not the abnormal.
Not the marvelous act. Not Macbeth with fine speeches.
The worthless can manage in public, or for the moment.
It is too near the whore's heart: the bounty of impulse,
And the failure to sustain even small kindness.
Not the marvelous act, but the evident conclusion of being.
Not strangeness, but a leap forward of the same quality.
Accomplishment. The even loyalty. But fresh.
Not the Prodigal Son, nor Faustus. But Penelope.
The thing steady and clear. Then the crescendo.
The real form. The culmination. And the exceeding.
Not the surprise. The amazed understanding. The marriage,
Not the month's rapture. Not the exception. The beauty
That is of many days. Steady and clear.
It is the normal excellence, of long accomplishment. 


(Today's choice inspired by Jack Penner's appreciation of Gilbert in today's Los Angeles Times:
"Poet Jack Gilbert's time of triumph and loss.")


(photo: Gerald Stern and Jack Gilbert in Paris, 1950.)



Anonymous said...

Thanks for the link to the LA Times. So moving...

the other L

Mary C said...

and today...his obituary.

Rebel Girl said...


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