Haunted Importantly by Jack Gilbert | Poems Rethabile Likes
Haunted Importantly by Jack Gilbert | Poems Rethabile Likes Haunted Importantly by Jack Gilbert It was in the transept of the church, winter in the stones, the dim light brightening on her, when Linda said, Listen. Listen to this, she said. When he put his ear against the massive door, there were spirits singing inside. He hunted for it afterward. In Madrid, he heard a bell begin somewhere in the night rain. Worked his way through the tangle of alleys, the sound deeper and more powerful as he got closer. Short of the plaza, it filled all of him and he turned back. No need, he thought, to see the bell. It was not the bell he was tr...