April 08, 2016

The Abandoned Valley

by Jack Gilbert

Can you understand being alone so long
you would go out in the middle of the night
and put a bucket into the well
so you could feel something down there
tug at the other end of the rope?

2 comments:

Rajeev Singh said...

Very beautifully, and hauntingly stated. One may love solitude but a time may arrive when it starts eating into the very fabric of one's existence. I am a loner but I look for kindred souls (the tug on the rope) when I just cannot breathe a moment more.

I reached your blog from the link you've provided on your Goodreads profile. I'm following you there as 'Adonis.'

r.c.s. said...

Yes, very true! Jack Gilbert seems to visit that theme a lot in his poetry: solitude, loneliness, and the ways we reach for each other, each to each.

I will have to check out your Goodreads profile. :)