Failing and Flying
by Jack Gilbert
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.
"Failing and Flying" by Jack Gilbert, from Refusing Heaven. © Alfred A. Knopf, 2005.
Reprinted by The Writer's Almanac with permission.
...thanks for that, Brenda...rings especially true in this moment...we had some fun a few years back in the ole Xang' days...new story's up at www.brokenpencil.com/deathmatch ...would love to have your comments and support ; )
ReplyDeleteThe worst part, is I can't remember who you are - Patrick or Nelson (strike me with a (b)log!). What was your username, please, please... I have a terrible memory for names! I am almost sure you are Patrick, but what if I'm wrong! I haven't yet read either story past the first page.
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