Robert Bly Poems
|1.||The Great Society||8/17/2015|
|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.||Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River||5/20/2016|
|11.||DRIVING WEST IN 1970||5/20/2016|
|12.||Driving through Minnesota During the Hanoi Bombings||5/20/2016|
|13.||Waking from Sleep||4/28/2015|
|14.||For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old||6/23/2015|
|15.||The Cat In The Kitchen||1/7/2015|
|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
The Cat In The Kitchen
Have you heard about the boy who walked by
The black water? I won't say much more.
Let's wait a few years. It wanted to be entered.
Sometimes a man walks by a pond, and a hand
Reaches out and pulls him in.
There was no
Intention, exactly. The pond was lonely, or needed
Calcium, bones would do. What happened then?
It was a little like the night wind, which is soft,