They say I looked back out of curiosity.
But I could have had other reasons.
I looked back mourning my silver bowl.
Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.
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I have enjoyed so much, I will reread this again sure! 5 Stars full on TOP!
Anyone who saw me must have thought I was dancing. It's not inconceivable that my eyes were open. It's possible I fell facing the city.Excellent poem!
They say I looked back out of curiosity. But I could have had other reasons. I looked back mourning my silver bowl. Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap. a very good poem. tony
Serpents appeared on my path, spiders, field mice, baby vultures....// it's interesting writings
Beautiful narration of events in the poem and I likes.
Although I am not expert in the biblical sense, I am familiar with the story, and appreciate this as being a great interpretation of events from the female perspective. Its wonderful to see the wife flushed out as an actual person as opposed to just being used as a warning for disobeying angels commands. There is a beautiful surrealistic nature to the words. that give it a magical and terrifying vision. Lots wife has never been more sympathetic. Superb stuff
To John Richter: I usually agree with everything you say, but to me the story is more than a parable. My belief is that it actually happened.
How wonderful and imaginative this poem is, told in such a beautiful way... As a boy I often fantasized about this Biblical story, but of course at the time not knowing it was only parable. And it made great sense to me - to leave sin and never look back - never allow it to become a part of our lives again. The poem is such a wonderful foray through whimsy...
I felt age within me. Distance. The futility of wandering. Torpor. I looked back setting my bundle down. I looked back not knowing where to set my foot................Quiet skilled the choice of looking back.
A poem much interested in its meaning it is very beautiful.
very interesting! ! ! could you read and comment on my poems too? thank you.
This poet has captured something that one doesn't hear in sermons. Perhaps it is because she speaks from a woman't viewpoint of a time when God moved among people ready to do something about sin. 'I looked back from loneliness, from shame that I was stealing away...' All those thoughts before turning to a pillar of salt. Only a poet knows the true mind of Lot's wife. This is my favorite poem by my favorite poet of the twentieth century. Raynette
There is a beautiful surrealistic nature to the words. that give it a magical and terrifying vision. Lots wife has never been more sympathetic. As I said: excellent poem!