Saturday, February 1, 2014

Mooning Over Los Angeles





The Abandoned Valley

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

Jack Gilbert
Refusing Heaven (2005)

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6 comments:

  1. Denise Emanuel ClemenFebruary 1, 2014 at 9:27 PM

    I love his work so much.

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  2. AFebruary 1, 2014 at 9:57 PM

    I lowered a rock on a string into my upper well to measure what was down there. Six inches of water. If I'd waited 'til night
    I'm sure I could at least have seen the moon rippling at the bottom.

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  3. Mama DFebruary 2, 2014 at 4:50 AM

    Wow. I'll never be a poet but poems like that make me wish a had a gift with words.

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  4. 37paddingtonFebruary 2, 2014 at 5:46 AM

    This place is like the well, alive, nourishing.

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  5. Ms. MoonFebruary 2, 2014 at 6:25 AM

    What Angella said.

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  6. AnonymousFebruary 2, 2014 at 2:59 PM

    Yes to the poem. Yes. But oh that photograph -- it calls to me.

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