The Empty Loom

The poems in The Empty Loom weave together a figure - lover, wife, mother, muse - which takes shape before us, fully present in what Samuel Beckett calls 'the time of the body'. Now joyful, now elegiac in tone, Gibb's love and its loss are rendered in the quiet elegance of image and line characteristic of his poems, their focus shifting like the sun as it tracks its passage across a room, a life.