Live Virtual Group Session: 12pm EST December 2nd 2020

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

Our text for this session was the poem “Vespers” by Louise Glück, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write about longing.”

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 Vespers by Louise Glück
 Once I believed in you; I planted a fig tree.
 Here, in Vermont, country
 of no summer. It was a test: if the tree lived,
 it would mean you existed.
 By this logic, you do not exist. Or you exist
 exclusively in warmer climates,
 in fervent Sicily and Mexico and California,
 where are grown the unimaginable
 apricot and fragile peach. Perhaps
 they see your face in Sicily; here we barely see
 the hem of your garment. I have to discipline myself
 to share with John and Noah the tomato crop.
 If there is justice in some other world, those
 like myself, whom nature forces
 into lives of abstinence, should get
 the lion's share of all things, all
 objects of hunger, greed being
 praise of you. And no one praises
 more intensely than I, with more
 painfully checked desire, or more deserves
 to sit at your right hand, if it exists, partaking
 of the perishable, the immortal fig,
 which does not travel. 

Louise Glück, “Vespers [once I believed in you]” 
from The Wild Iris. 
Copyright ©1992 by Louise Glück.

3 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12pm EST December 2nd 2020

  1. A longing~~~

    I see the day, long and stretched out of form.
    It is almost unrecognizable.
    The familiar has been lost,
    strangeness encompasses all.

    Coldness surrounds me and the spirit within me.
    The smile falters as I struggle to move through the day.

    I long for what was,
    for what life might have evolved into.
    I long for security,
    for peace of mind,
    for a strength that can not be shaken.

    I long to find my smile again, my lost self
    and to see the blue skies again.
    But mostly, I long for the sunshine to return to my heart
    to give me warmth.
    The warmth to move forward on this path, so topsy-turvy.

    Do you hear my longing?
    Do you hear my prayer?


  2. Patricia D.

    Longing, pinning after, wishing for
    tears the heart apart.
    In contrast, feeling satisfied, grateful, fulfilled
    binds the heart up.
    Allowing for peace to prevail.


  3. al3793

    Write about a longing…

    every moment every day
    that i am not engaged with the
    demands of my daily darg
    i long for you
    to hold your hand
    feel your embrace
    look into your eyes
    that alight with the same brightness
    that they did on the day
    we said, “I do.”
    there’s nothing i long for more
    not to be separated by the reality of work or
    the restrictions placed by deadly natural things
    i long for our walks together
    across the Grand Traverse
    where we savor the night’s lights
    beacons to the mariner
    where Venus can come to rest on Francisco’s shoulder
    and there is no scandal
    and we feel the kiss of the night’s chilled breeze on our cheeks
    and i warm mine against yours

    this is not a glance back to a nostalgic past
    but a look into the present
    a glance upon the now.


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