<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Summer at Blue Creek, North Carolina</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no water at my grandfather's<br>when I was a kid and would go for it<br>with two zinc buckets. Down the path,<br>past the cow by the foundation where<br>the fine people's house was before<br>they arranged to have it burned down.<br>To the neighbor's cool well. Would<br>come back with pails too heavy,<br>so my mouth pulled out of shape.<br>I see myself, but from the outside.<br>I keep trying to feel who I was,<br>and cannot. Hear clearly the sound<br>the bucket made hitting the sides<br>of the stone well going down,<br>but never the sound of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jack+Gilbert">Jack Gilbert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415038" data-title="Summer at Blue Creek, North Carolina de Jack Gilbert" data-description="There was no water at my grandfather's when I was a kid and would go for it with two zinc buckets. Down the path, past the cow by the foundation where the fine people's house was before they arranged to have it burned down. To the neighbor's cool ..."></div> </div> </div>

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