Fallen Light
October 28th, 2008 by Doug Schnitzspahn
It has been a dark, obsessive month, so I went to the well and read the poets I can read over and over not just to take pleasure in their language but more so in what they have to say. “Captain Fiction” Gordon Lish once said a short story must mean something to a reader, it must grab the reader by the shirt and say you have to read me to understand how to live. The same applies to poetry, even more so. Last week, late at night, in the midst of unmet deadlines, overwork, the politics of fear, shortening days, uncertainty, exhaustion, and a sinking pessimism, I picked up Neruda’s The Sea and the Bells because I wanted to read something that would remind me how to live. I found this:
If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.We need to sit on the edge
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
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