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Coming to the End of His Triumph

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Print portrays the mythological story of Icarus showing him falling from the sky over a large river. Includes four lines of verse.
Icarus falls from the sky.

Poet Jack Gilbert, who touched the lives of countless readers through lucid, lyrical poems that explored classic themes such as love, death, and the good life, passed away Tuesday at age 87. Though Gilbert eschewed the literary limelight and would never have considered serving as U.S. Poet Laureate, he came to the Library at least twice: in 1963 to record his work for the Archive of Recorded Poetry and Literature, and in 2006 to read his work. His 2006 reading, part of joint program with Miranda Field, was the subject of a recent Paris Review blog post by Drew Bratcher. In his brief post, which is well worth reading in its entirety, Batcher recounts the difficulty—and courage—with which Gilbert, coping with Alzheimer’s disease and failing motor functions, read his poetry to a captivated audience. While some poetry readers place little stock in live events, Bratcher’s account demonstrates that live readings can result in a powerful collective experience and can reveal important insights into the essence of a poet or a poem.

Though Gilbert’s entire reading is available on the Library’s website as a webcast, the recording almost never saw the light of day. Patricia Gray, then head of the Poetry and Literature Center, debated whether to make the recording available online due to Gilbert’s difficulties. Ultimately, she decided that Gilbert’s poignant, awe-inspiring performance deserved to seen by a larger audience.

As I listen again to Gilbert’s halting, determined reading of “A Brief for the Defense,” I marvel at his commitment to embrace the delight of being alive while acknowledging the realities of human suffering and personal tragedy. I’m also reminded of another of his poems, “Failing and Falling,” which rejects the notion that a marriage which ends prematurely is a failure:

               …How can they say
The marriage failed? Like the people who came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
And said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
But just coming to the end of his triumph.

Like Icarus, Gilbert soared to amazing heights in his poetry. His final reading at the Library, and the final years of life, should not be seen as a failing of his powers. Rather, he was just coming to the end of his triumph.

Comments (2)

  1. Icarus Was and Still Is Every Soul’s Triumph

    Who is not Icarus
    Though Life…!
    Can anyone say
    Thee is not…?

    Thee must rise…
    Thee must fall
    Sometimes on Grass
    Sometime on Trees
    Sometimes on Rocks…

    Every time injures…self
    Through different ways
    Till can’t fly
    And must fall…

    That isn’t a fall
    That is a rest
    From hard life
    Hard thoughts

    Thee reached Triumph
    If thee left
    Few lines of philosophical gloss…
    For us to enjoy…

    He was the Gilbert
    But I see him alive…
    Like Icarus
    After many falls

    Remembering his stanzas…
    That birthed in me
    New lines
    New cause…!

    Sylva Portoian
    Written instantly
    November 16, 2012

  2. Beautiful tribute, Mr. Armenti!

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