Failing and Flying by Jack Gilbert. One of my favorite poems.   Leave a comment


Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.

It’s the same when love comes to an end,

or the marriage fails and people say

they knew it was a mistake, that everybody

said it would never work.
That she was 
old enough to know better.
But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean

on the other side of the island while

love was fading out of her,
the stars 
burning so extravagantly those nights that

anyone could tell you they would never last.

Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation,
the gentleness in her

like antelope standing in the dawn mist.

Each afternoon I watched her coming back

through the hot stony field after swimming,

the sea light behind her and the huge sky

on the other side of that. Listened to her

while we ate lunch.
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.

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