Jack Gilbert Quote

Horses at Midnight Without a Moon Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.But there’s music in us. Hope is pushed downbut the angel flies up again taking us with her.The summer mornings begin inch by inchwhile we sleep, and walk with us lateras long-legged beauty throughthe dirty streets. It is no surprisethat danger and suffering surround us.What astonishes is the singing.We know the horses are there in the darkmeadow because we can smell them,can hear them breathing.Our spirit persists like a man strugglingthrough the frozen valleywho suddenly smells flowersand realizes the snow is meltingout of sight on top of the mountain,knows that spring has begun.