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?


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. :)