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“WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.”

Quote by Jack Gilbert

Work

Collected Poems

This book is a collection of poems that spans different styles and themes, showcasing the diversity of poetic expression. more

Author

Jack Gilbert
Jack Gilbert

Jack Gilbert, born on February 18, 1925, was an influential American poet. Known for his profound emotions and unique style, his poetry is considered a significant representative of American contemporary poetry. more

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