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Ronald Jorgensen Enumclaw / United States, Male, 83
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    • POET: Jack Gilbert (5/31/2013 3:22:00 PM)

      Entering the website through the search phrase on Google of all poems of Jack Gilbert, and finding that tag on the site, clicking on it is not fruitful. I wanted to see his poem, Guilty, and got nothing in the search for it. Do you not, in fact, have all of his poems as the tag promises? I am disappointed, for Guilty is one of his great creations (in my opinion, of course) , and stands as a creative originality even in the context of his already creative originality generally.

      After writing this comment, I found I was able to locate the poem elsewhere and have copied and pasted it below for your consideration. I'd, of course, be interested in reactions.

      The man certainly looked guilty.
      Ugly, ragged, and not clean. Not to mention
      their finding him there in the woods
      with her body. Neighbors told how he was
      always playing with dead squirrels,
      mangled dogs, even snakes. He said
      those were the only things that would
      allow him to get close. Look at me,
      the old man said with uncomplaining
      simplicity, I'm already one of the dead
      among the dead. It's hard to watch things
      humiliated the way death does it.
      Possums smeared on the road, birds with ants
      eating out their eyes. Even dying rats
      want privacy for their disgrace.
      It's true I washed the dirt from her face
      and the blood off the body. Combed her hair.
      I slept beside her, at her feet for two days,
      the way my dog used to. I got the dress
      on the best I could. She looked so neglected.
      Like garbage thrown in the weeds.
      Like nobody cared because he had done that
      to her. I kept thinking about how long
      she is going to be alone now. I knew
      the police would take pictures and put them
      in the papers naked and open so people
      eating breakfast could look at her. I wanted
      to give her spirit enough time to get ready.

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