Stern Gerald Jack Gilbert (4 results)
Published by The Chrysalis West Foundation, Burlington, California, 1963
- Softcover
- First Edition
Seller: Between the Covers-Rare Books, Inc. ABAA, Gloucester City, NJ, U.S.A.Between the Covers-Rare Books, Inc. ABAA
Contact seller5-star sellerCondition: Used - Near fine
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Add to basketSoftcover. Condition: Near Fine. Magazine. Octavo. 291-380pp. Pictorial wrappers. Tiny ink initials on cover, lightly toned spine, near fine. Order form laid in. The issue also includes interviews, poems, stories, art and photography from M.D. Elevitch, Paul Haines, Lynn Lonidier, Willard Marsh, Tom Poots, Lloyd Zimpel, Ann Halp…rin, Carol Berge, Gregory Corso, Robert Duncan, Jack Gilbert, Gerald Stern, Melville Abbett, David Cornel DeJong, David Pearson Etter, Mimi Goldberg, Jacob Leed, Jackson MacLow, Philip Murray, Vern Rutsala, Robert Sward, Barney Childs, Tuli Kepferberg, Bernice Kussoy, Ruthe Bernhard, and Edward Loomis.
Published by Fiddlehead Poetry Books, Fredericton, N.B. Canada, 1973
- Softcover
- First Edition
Seller: Brick Walk Books, Orleans, MA, U.S.A.Brick Walk Books
Contact seller2-star sellerFirst edition. Fine. First edition. One of a stated 500 copies in mustard wrappers published the year after his first book, Naming The Beasts, (from Cummington Press). From the library of Jack Gilbert, this copy is inscribed "For Jack/Jerry" on the title page and with a note laid in, "Dear Jack-Enclosed is paper back.sheet of er…rata in back of book-Received all your things-delightful-will write letter shortly-Jerry". An outstanding association copy linking these great poets from Pittsburgh.
Published by Houghton Mifflin Company, 1977
- Hardcover
- First Edition
- Signed
Seller: Brick Walk Books, Orleans, MA, U.S.A.Brick Walk Books
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Add to basketHardcover. Condition: Fine. Dust Jacket Condition: Fine. 1st Edition. First edition. Fine in pictorial dust jacket. This collection was awarded the Lamony Poetry Prize in 1977 and may be Stern's finest book. Signed in full by Stern on the title page this copy is additionally inscribed "For my dear friend, Jack Gilbert./The belov…ed memories./Jerry" and also has a printed "With the Compliments of the Author" slip laid in inscribed "For Jack Gilbert-/Jerry" laid in. Jack Gilbert was born in Pittsburgh in 1925. He failed out of high school and worked as an exterminator and door-to-door salesman before being admitted, thanks to a clerical error, to the University of Pittsburgh. There he met the poet Gerald Stern, his exact contemporary. Gilbert started writing poetry, he says, because Stern did and after college they traveled to Paris, an experience which Stern recounts beautifully in his poem THE RED COAL "Sometimes I sit in my blue chair trying to remember/what it was like in the spring of 1950/before the burning coal entered my life./I study my red hand under the faucet, the left one/below the grease line consisting of four feminine angels/and one crooked broken masculine one/and the right one lying on top of the white porcelain/with skin wrinkled up like a chicken's/beside the razor and the silver tap/I didn't live in Paris for nothing and walk/with Jack Gilbert down the wide sidewalks/thinking of Hart Crane and Apollinaire/and I didn't save the picture of the two of us/moving through a crowd of stiff Frenchmen/and put it beside the one of Pound and Williams/unless I wanted to see what coals had done/to their lives too. I say it with vast affection,/wanting desperately to know what the two of them/talked about when they lived in Pennsylvania/and what they talked about at St. Elizabeth's/fifty years later, looking into the sun,/40,000 wrinkles between them,/the suffering finally taking over their lives./I think of Gilbert all the time now, what/we said on our long walks in Pittsburgh, how/lucky we were to live in New York, how strange/his great fame was and my obscurity,/ how we now carry the future with us, knowing/every small vein and every elaboration./The coal has taken over, the red coal/is burning between us and we are at its mercy /as if a power is finally dominating/the two of us; as if we're huddled up/watching the black smoke and the ashes;/as if knowledge is what we needed and now/we have that knowledge. Now we have that knowledge./The tears are different though I hate to speak/for him the tears are what we bring back to the/darkness, what we are left with after our/own escape, what, all along, the red coal had/in store for us as we moved softly,/either whistling or singing, either listening or reasoning,/on the gray sidewalks and the green ocean;/in the cars and the kitchens and the bookstores;/in the crowded restaurants, in the empty woods and libraries." An association copy of the highest order. Signed by Author(s).
Published by Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, 1981
- Softcover
- First Edition
Seller: Brick Walk Books, Orleans, MA, U.S.A.Brick Walk Books
Contact seller2-star sellerFirst edition. Very good in stiff pictorial wrappers. Inscribed on the front flyleaf "For my dear friend,/Jack [Gilbert]/Jerry-/May, 1981,/in New York." The title poem of this collection (see below) speaks in great detail to their relationship and the photograph of the two of them in Paris in 1950 referred to is reproduced on th…e cover of the book. Additionally there are markings by Gilbert to the text. Jack Gilbert was born in Pittsburgh in 1925. He failed out of high school and worked as an exterminator and door-to-door salesman before being admitted, thanks to a clerical error, to the University of Pittsburgh. There he met the poet Gerald Stern, his exact contemporary. Gilbert started writing poetry, he says, because Stern did and after college they traveled to Paris, an experience which Stern recounts beautifully in his poem THE RED COAL "Sometimes I sit in my blue chair trying to remember/what it was like in the spring of 1950/before the burning coal entered my life./I study my red hand under the faucet, the left one/below the grease line consisting of four feminine angels/and one crooked broken masculine one/and the right one lying on top of the white porcelain/with skin wrinkled up like a chicken's/beside the razor and the silver tap/I didn't live in Paris for nothing and walk/with Jack Gilbert down the wide sidewalks/thinking of Hart Crane and Apollinaire/and I didn't save the picture of the two of us/moving through a crowd of stiff Frenchmen/and put it beside the one of Pound and Williams/unless I wanted to see what coals had done/to their lives too. I say it with vast affection,/wanting desperately to know what the two of them/talked about when they lived in Pennsylvania/and what they talked about at St. Elizabeth's/fifty years later, looking into the sun,/40,000 wrinkles between them,/the suffering finally taking over their lives./I think of Gilbert all the time now, what/we said on our long walks in Pittsburgh, how/lucky we were to live in New York, how strange/his great fame was and my obscurity,/ how we now carry the future with us, knowing/every small vein and every elaboration./The coal has taken over, the red coal/is burning between us and we are at its mercy /as if a power is finally dominating/the two of us; as if we're huddled up/watching the black smoke and the ashes;/as if knowledge is what we needed and now/we have that knowledge. Now we have that knowledge./The tears are different though I hate to speak/for him the tears are what we bring back to the/darkness, what we are left with after our/own escape, what, all along, the red coal had/in store for us as we moved softly,/either whistling or singing, either listening or reasoning,/on the gray sidewalks and the green ocean;/in the cars and the kitchens and the bookstores;/in the crowded restaurants, in the empty woods and libraries." An association copy of the highest order.
