The woman is asleep in the bedroom. The fan is malting
its sound and the television is on behind him
with the sound off. The chuck-will's-widow is calling
in the scrub across the asphalt road. Farther on,
the people are asleep in their one-story houses
with the lawn outside and the boat in the driveway.
He is thinking of the British Museum. These children
drive fast when they are awake. Twenty years ago
this was a swamp with alligators and no shape.
He is thinking of the Danish cold that forced him
into the gypsy girl's bed. Like walking through
a door and finding Venezia when he thought he was
in Yugoslavia. The people here seem hardly here
at all: blond desire always in the middle of
air conditioning. He remembers love as it could be.
Outside, the moon is shining on nothing in particular."/>

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" Hot Night In Florida"

The woman is asleep in the bedroom. The fan is malting
its sound and the television is on behind him
with the sound off. The chuck-will's-widow is calling
in the scrub across the asphalt road. Farther on,
the people are asleep in their one-story houses
with the lawn outside and the boat in the driveway.
He is thinking of the British Museum. These children
drive fast when they are awake. Twenty years ago
this was a swamp with alligators and no shape.
He is thinking of the Danish cold that forced him
into the gypsy girl's bed. Like walking through
a door and finding Venezia when he thought he was
in Yugoslavia. The people here seem hardly here
at all: blond desire always in the middle of
air conditioning. He remembers love as it could be.
Outside, the moon is shining on nothing in particular. "

Jack Gilbert , Collected Poems


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Jack Gilbert quote : Hot Night In Florida
The woman is asleep in the bedroom. The fan is malting
its sound and the television is on behind him
with the sound off. The chuck-will's-widow is calling
in the scrub across the asphalt road. Farther on,
the people are asleep in their one-story houses
with the lawn outside and the boat in the driveway.
He is thinking of the British Museum. These children
drive fast when they are awake. Twenty years ago
this was a swamp with alligators and no shape.
He is thinking of the Danish cold that forced him
into the gypsy girl's bed. Like walking through
a door and finding Venezia when he thought he was
in Yugoslavia. The people here seem hardly here
at all: blond desire always in the middle of
air conditioning. He remembers love as it could be.
Outside, the moon is shining on nothing in particular." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>