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?
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.
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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.'
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. :)
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