By — Frank Carlson Frank Carlson Leave your feedback Share Copy URL https://www.pbs.org/newshour/arts/poetry/edward-hirsch-grieves-son-gabriel Email Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Pinterest Tumblr Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Poet Edward Hirsch grieves his late son with an elegy for ‘Gabriel’ Poetry Oct 1, 2014 5:05 PM EDT In 2011, Gabriel Hirsch, the 22-year-old son of acclaimed poet Edward Hirsch, died from a drug overdose. His father was beside himself with grief, and for a long time could not bring himself to work (since 2003 Hirsch has been the president of the John Simon Guggenheim Foundation in New York). Afraid of losing his memories of Gabriel, Hirsch began collecting them into a kind of dossier, and with that began composing an epic poem about his son. “I found a comfort in trying to solve some poetic problems, because there were human ones I just couldn’t solve,” Hirsch told Jeffrey Brown during a recent interview near his home in Brooklyn, New York. Edward Hirsch reads excerpts from “Gabriel: A Poem,” an elegy for his son, who died in 2011. Video by Kevin Cloutier and Frank Carlson. The result is “Gabriel: A Poem,” an 80-page elegy that recounts Gabriel’s life and death, including the trials of raising him through boyhood and adolescence and the grief that now weighs on the poet. In the two videos above, Hirsch reads excerpts from the book, a poetry finalist for the National Book Award. Below you can read the text. Watch for Jeffrey Brown’s full conversation with Edward Hirsch on an upcoming NewsHour broadcast. First excerpt: The population of his feelings Could not be governed By the authorities He had reasons why Reason had disobeyed him And voted him out of office Anxiety His constant companion Made it difficult to rest Unruly part of one Forget about truces or compromises The barricades will be stormed Every day was an emergency Every day called for another emergency Meeting of the cabinet In his country There were scenes Of spectacular carnage Hurricanes welcomed him He adored typhoons and tornadoes Furies unleashed Houses lifted up And carried to the sea Uncontained uncontainable Unbolt he doors Fling open the gates Here he comes Chaotic wind of the gods He was trouble But he was our trouble Second excerpt: I did not know the work of mourning Is like carrying a bag of cement Up a mountain at night The mountaintop is not in sight Because there is no mountaintop Poor Sisyphus grief I did not know I would struggle Through a ragged underbrush Without an upward path Because there is no path There is only a blunt rock With a river to fall into And Time with its medieval chambers Time with its jagged edges And blunt instruments I did not know the work of mourning Is a labor in the dark We carry deep inside ourselves Though sometimes when I sleep I am with him again And then I wake Poor Sisyphus grief I am not ready for your heaviness Cemented to my body Look closely and you will see Almost everyone carrying bags Of cement on their shoulders That’s why it takes courage To get out of bed in the morning And climb into the day We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now By — Frank Carlson Frank Carlson Frank Carlson is the Senior Coordinating Producer for America at a Crossroads. He's been making video at the NewsHour since 2010. @frankncarlson
In 2011, Gabriel Hirsch, the 22-year-old son of acclaimed poet Edward Hirsch, died from a drug overdose. His father was beside himself with grief, and for a long time could not bring himself to work (since 2003 Hirsch has been the president of the John Simon Guggenheim Foundation in New York). Afraid of losing his memories of Gabriel, Hirsch began collecting them into a kind of dossier, and with that began composing an epic poem about his son. “I found a comfort in trying to solve some poetic problems, because there were human ones I just couldn’t solve,” Hirsch told Jeffrey Brown during a recent interview near his home in Brooklyn, New York. Edward Hirsch reads excerpts from “Gabriel: A Poem,” an elegy for his son, who died in 2011. Video by Kevin Cloutier and Frank Carlson. The result is “Gabriel: A Poem,” an 80-page elegy that recounts Gabriel’s life and death, including the trials of raising him through boyhood and adolescence and the grief that now weighs on the poet. In the two videos above, Hirsch reads excerpts from the book, a poetry finalist for the National Book Award. Below you can read the text. Watch for Jeffrey Brown’s full conversation with Edward Hirsch on an upcoming NewsHour broadcast. First excerpt: The population of his feelings Could not be governed By the authorities He had reasons why Reason had disobeyed him And voted him out of office Anxiety His constant companion Made it difficult to rest Unruly part of one Forget about truces or compromises The barricades will be stormed Every day was an emergency Every day called for another emergency Meeting of the cabinet In his country There were scenes Of spectacular carnage Hurricanes welcomed him He adored typhoons and tornadoes Furies unleashed Houses lifted up And carried to the sea Uncontained uncontainable Unbolt he doors Fling open the gates Here he comes Chaotic wind of the gods He was trouble But he was our trouble Second excerpt: I did not know the work of mourning Is like carrying a bag of cement Up a mountain at night The mountaintop is not in sight Because there is no mountaintop Poor Sisyphus grief I did not know I would struggle Through a ragged underbrush Without an upward path Because there is no path There is only a blunt rock With a river to fall into And Time with its medieval chambers Time with its jagged edges And blunt instruments I did not know the work of mourning Is a labor in the dark We carry deep inside ourselves Though sometimes when I sleep I am with him again And then I wake Poor Sisyphus grief I am not ready for your heaviness Cemented to my body Look closely and you will see Almost everyone carrying bags Of cement on their shoulders That’s why it takes courage To get out of bed in the morning And climb into the day We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now