Jack Gilbert is my new favorite poet, thanks to my friend KR. I’ve been reading his collection, _Refusing Heaven_, and through the reading (as well as my own meditations), I’ve come up with some questions I’ve written in my journal.
There’s a mindful quality to Gilbert’s work that motivates me to reflect about how I live my life.
What moment is worth the sorrows yet to come?
When did you last feel joyful?
What is June silence?
Why were you angry?
What do you fear?