Foraging for Wood on the Mountain

Jack Gilbert 1925 – 2012

The wild up here is not creatures, wooded,
tangled wild. It is absence wild.
Barren, empty, stone wild. Worn-away wild.
Only the smell of weeds and hot air.
But a place where differences are clear.
Between the minds severity and its harshness.
Between honesty and the failure of belief.
A man said no person is educated who knows
only one language, for he cannot distinguish
between his thought and the English version.
Up here he is translated to a place where it is
possible to discriminate between age and sorrow.

 

– from The Great Fires: Poems, 1982-1992 by Jack Gilbert

RW 7in Snow 4-4-14 1412 Bush St Backyard

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RW 7in Snow 4-4-14 Bird Feeders n Neighbor’s

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RW 7in Snow 4-4-14 1400 Block of Bush Street

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