Not wanting to lose it all for poetry. Wanting to live the living. All this year looking on the graveyard below my apartment. Holding myself tenderly in this marred body. Wondering if the quiet I feel is that happiness wise people speak of, or the modulation that is the acquiescence to death beginning. —Jack Gilbert,”Alone on Christmas Eve in Japan,” from Monolithos: Poems 1962 and 1982 (Alfred A. Knopf, 1982) Photograph: Jack Gilbert, n.d.