**Winner of the 1997 Jane Kenyon Chapbook Award** “These meticulously crafted poems unfold with a narrative drive and thematic unity worthy of a great novel. The spareness of Gilbert’s language, along with her profound stoicism, gives her work a distinctly Dicksonian quality. This is a poetry of paralysis, of late nights crying in the dark, of pushing beyond memory to live again in the present. . . . *An Ark of Sorts* is a survivor’s moving testament to the redemptive power of words.” —*Harvard Review* “Gilbert knows the grief Jane Kenyon knew when she wrote, ‘Sometimes when the wind is right it seems / that every word has been spoken to me.’ *An Ark of Sorts* is a compelling diary of that grief, a record of the necessary and redemptive work of working through it—‘The human work / of being greater than ourselves.’” —*Bostonia* “These poems, eloquent, quiet, painfully clear, rise from a profound willingness to face the irremediable. This is a beautiful book—this ark built to carry survivors through the flood waters of grief and loss—this ark of covenants between the living and the dead.” —Richard McCann “These poems are transformed into literal necessities by the hand of a poet who writes from a time in her life when there was nothing but necessity. The poems themselves become indistinguishable from bread, wine, stone and staircase, and in this sense they are objects of force—contemplative issue—absolutely good.” —Fanny Howe “Profound, moving poems of the hard coming-to-terms with death—this map of grief in the spare language of true poetry is an illumination of all sorrow.” —Ruth Stone