"If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,/ we should give thanks that the end has magnitude./ We must admit there will be music despite everything."
from A Brief for the Defense
this piece about the poetry of US poet Jack Gilbert.
So was saddened to read this moving piece in the Los Angeles Times about Jack Gilbert's struggle with Alzheimers Disease.
What if the heart does not pale as the body wanes / but is like the sun that blazes hotter each day / on these immense, perishing fields? What then?
Jack Gilbert "Getting Ready"