The poet, Jack Gilbert died. I picked up his Collected Poems after a local blogger recommended him.

Now, I feel kind of bad for not liking very much. Not disliking him nor feeling my time reading him wasted (or, at least, not too much). But just generally not ‘clicking.’ If it had been a first date, I wouldn’t have complained about her to my friends, but neither would I go out with her again.

So maybe I should give him another look, out of guilt. I think the book is still on the floor beside my bed.