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Everywhere You Look Is Luck

June 19, 2008

Between us the night
pulls back, deeply
black and empty
of argument.

Seeds at our feet,
the fine silt of
abraded roads,
millennia,
and a sunrise,
palest yellow.

On the blunt edge
the well, the wide
reservoir, corn-
flower blue, a late
rescue: we’re what
has been hauled up.

by Rebecca Ellis

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  1. poet.head gg.p
    June 19, 2008 at 10:37 pm

    Rebecca starts us darkly, moves us to sunlight, and lets us find ourselves in the blue. And we are glad to be found.
    Spare format. Each word chosen. Rich in image and import. I want to read it over and over (and do). Thank you, Ms Ellis.

  2. Nan
    June 20, 2008 at 12:05 am

    What texture. Argument, abraded, blunt, rescue, in the midst of all this lyricism. Materializing as the human “we.” What diction. The move at the end, and its verb, the “hauling up” of the “we,” recalls for me the company of Plath and Jane O. Wayne as well. Encore.

  3. June 20, 2008 at 1:40 am

    Yes, the texture struck me too……wonderful juxtaposition against the water’s cornflower blue. Beautiful poem.

  4. Mary Ruth
    June 23, 2008 at 1:46 pm

    Beautifully understated with mythic ovetones. Sense of water, sky, earth, and rescue. Spare and richly realized at the same time.

  5. Tess
    June 24, 2008 at 11:51 am

    Nice progression of image and sound. Lovely.

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