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“We can do without pleasure, but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world.” -Jack Gilbert
With so much going on in the world that arouses a sense of sorrow, outrage, despair, and hopelessness, Jack Gilbert’s poem below is a welcome reminder that despite all that (and right in the midst of it) good is going on as well: beauty, laughter, love, and the miracle of life unfolding with every sunrise. We must grab hold of the good with both hands and not let go.
A Brief for the Defense
Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our lives because that’s what God wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
at the fountain are laughing together between
the suffering they have known and the awfulness
in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
in the village is very sick. There is laughter
every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta,
and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.
If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
We must admit there will be music despite everything.
We stand at the prow again of a small ship
anchored late at night in the tiny port
looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront
is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come.
–by Jack Gilbert
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What a beautiful poem and reminder that, even in the darkest of times, we must seek pleasure and delight in the simple things.
Thanks for sharing, Deborah! I wish you a delight filled Sunday!
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My pleasure, Michelle! I hope your Sunday is filled with joy too.
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we need the delights, the moments of joy, even in the darkest of times
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Yes, we do. And these are dark times. Still not over the death of Good, and now this murder of Pretti. Heart-sickening and so needless.
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Thank you, dear Deborah! Jack’s words and your encouragement….just what I needed to embrace this morning, especially this:
“We must grab hold of the good with both hands and not let go.”
Oh my goodness. Yes. Sending all my love! ❤️💝❤️
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I’m so glad to hear that, Vickie. I think a lot of us needed that. Love you, too!
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Deborah, this is such an important and mysterious poem. I love parts of it like “To make injustice the onlymeasure of our attention is to praise the Devil.” With the daily horrors of this regime in power its hard not to . And still a friend of mine is going to Paris for a short trip with her daughter just for the delight of it. I admit tho, I have always struggled with the end of this poem. The image of the prow of a boat, the port with the shuttered cafes and the sound of oars truly mystifies me. do you get it?
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Yes, I feel pulled in two directions too, Wren. So much to love in this world in the same moment that there’s so much to despair about. The ending of the poem is one of my favorite parts. Perhaps having lived on a boat and hearing that gentle stir of oars in water. It’s so breathtakingly beautiful to me. It’s like that alone is worth having lived, to have heard that and felt that. I think it can transfer to any beautiful sound that stirs you heart. I feel that way when I hear my granddaughter laugh too. Just that sound. I could live for that alone, and life would be worth it.
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Yes, thank you for writing! You have a beautiful heart and a gift for sharing.
Life becomes tremendously peaceful when everyone finds the good within any situation. It simply breathes hope, joy, and laughter.
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While I understand Gilbert’s point, I’m finding it hard to feel sanguine these days.
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I know what you mean, Liz. It never seems to end, the horrible things happening. It can lead one to despair.
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Yes, despair.
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Good reminder and like Liz I’m having a hard time summoning delight these days.
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Some days are harder than others. So true.
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Yes, Deborah, in this world one should seek goodness and hold it in their heart.
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It’s the only thing that helps me through these dark times, Tim.
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I understand that, Deborah. Let’s handle this the best we can.
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That photo leaves me wondering how high up those girls are? I love the pure joy on their faces.
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Isn’t that a wonderful photo! “Risking” delight, indeed! I too love that look of pure joy.
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“If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction, we lessen the importance of their deprivation.” I’ve found that even in dark times, delight has a way of seeking us (me) out – even if for a fleeting moment, it’s there for us (me) to grasp ‘with both hands and never let go’…just enough re-filling for me to keep on keepin’ on.
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Yes! That wonderful refill, fueling us with enough joy or sense of goodness to keep us going! I love that metaphor, Laura.
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