Guest Poet: Jack Gilbert

We look up at the stars and they are

not there. We see memory

of when they were, once upon a time.

And that too is more than enough. 

~ Jack Gilbert 

Child

The music itself is fine, but the video is what makes this special. ~~GH

[Tomorrow: Becoming Real]

Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
             ~~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

[I do not think I would, either. ~GH]