Showing posts with label Robert Bly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Bly. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

ravens hiding in a shoe




Ravens Hiding in a Shoe

There is something men and women living in houses
Don't understand. The old alchemists standing
Near their stoves hinted at it a thousand times.

Ravens at night hide in an old woman's shoe.
A four-year-old speaks some ancient language.
We have lived our own death a thousand times.

Each sentence we speak to friends means the opposite
As well. Each time we say, "I trust in God," it means
God has already abandoned us a thousand times.

Mothers again and again have knelt in church
In wartime asking God to protect their sons,
And their prayers were refused a thousand times.

The baby loon follows the mother's sleek
Body for months. By the end of summer, she
Has dipped her head into Rainy Lake a thousand times.

Robert, you've wasted so much of your life
Sitting indoors to write poems. Would you
Do that again? I would, a thousand times.

--Robert Bly

xxx
I'm not sure what I feel about this one, but here it is.


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Saturday, January 31, 2009

spirit horses



Spirit Horses

Every breath taken in by the man
Who loves, and the woman who loves,
Goes to fill the water tank
Where the spirit horses drink.

--Robert Bly

xxx
happy birthday roger.

a further note:
"this poem is for young women especially. if your boyfriend doesn’t get it, then get out.” –delp

Thursday, December 18, 2008

taking the hands



Taking the hands of someone you love,
You see they are delicate cages....
Tiny birds are singing
In the secluded prairies
And in the deep valleys of the hand.

--Robert Bly