Robert Bly Poems
|1.||DRIVING WEST IN 1970||5/20/2016|
|2.||The Executive's Death||5/20/2016|
|3.||The Fat Old Couple Whirling Around||5/20/2016|
|4.||For the Old Gnostics||5/20/2016|
|5.||Living at the End of Time||5/20/2016|
|6.||Prayer for My Father||5/20/2016|
|7.||Ravens Hiding in a Shoe||5/20/2016|
|8.||Seeing the Eclipse in Maine||5/20/2016|
|9.||Wanting Sumptuous Heavens||5/20/2016|
|10.||The Great Society||8/17/2015|
|11.||Driving through Minnesota During the Hanoi Bombings||5/20/2016|
|12.||Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River||5/20/2016|
|13.||For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old||6/23/2015|
|14.||Waking from Sleep||4/28/2015|
|15.||A Month Of Happiness||12/18/2014|
|16.||The Cat In The Kitchen||1/7/2015|
|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
The Great Society
Dentists continue to water their lawns even in the rain:
Hands developed with terrible labor by apes
Hang from the sleeves of evangelists;
There are murdered kings in the light-bulbs outside movie theaters:
The coffins of the poor are hibernating in piles of new tires.
The janitor sits troubled by the boiler,
And the hotel keeper shuffles the cards of insanity.
The President dreams of invading Cuba.