Robert Bly Poems
|1.||The Great Society||8/17/2015|
|2.||Driving through Minnesota During the Hanoi Bombings -new-||5/20/2016|
|3.||Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River -new-||5/20/2016|
|4.||DRIVING WEST IN 1970 -new-||5/20/2016|
|5.||The Executive's Death -new-||5/20/2016|
|6.||The Fat Old Couple Whirling Around -new-||5/20/2016|
|7.||For the Old Gnostics -new-||5/20/2016|
|8.||Living at the End of Time -new-||5/20/2016|
|9.||Prayer for My Father -new-||5/20/2016|
|10.||Ravens Hiding in a Shoe -new-||5/20/2016|
|11.||Seeing the Eclipse in Maine -new-||5/20/2016|
|12.||Wanting Sumptuous Heavens -new-||5/20/2016|
|13.||For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old||6/23/2015|
|14.||The Cat In The Kitchen||1/7/2015|
|15.||Waking from Sleep||4/28/2015|
|16.||A Month Of Happiness||12/18/2014|
|17.||Gratitude To Old Teachers||12/12/2014|
Gratitude To Old Teachers
When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake,
We place our feet where they have never been.
We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy.
Who is down there but our old teachers?
Water that once could take no human weight-
We were students then- holds up our feet,
And goes on ahead of us for a mile.
Beneath us the teachers, and around us the stillness
Waking from Sleep
Inside the veins there are navies setting forth
Tiny explosions at the water lines
And seagulls weaving in the wind of the salty blood.
It is the morning. The country has slept the whole winter.
Window seats were covered with fur skins the yard was full
Of stiff dogs and hands that clumsily held heavy books.
Now we wake and rise from bed and eat breakfast!-