Walking Home Across the Island

Walking Home Across the Island

Walking home across the plain
in the dark.
And Linda crying.
Again we have come to a place
where I rail and she suffers
and the moon does not rise.
but I am shouting inside the rain
and she is crying
like a wounded animal,
knowing there is no place to turn.
It is hard to understand
how we could be brought here
by love.

Jack Gilbert

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