Robert Bly Poems
|1.||Driving through Minnesota During the Hanoi Bombings||5/20/2016|
|2.||Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River||5/20/2016|
|3.||DRIVING WEST IN 1970||5/20/2016|
|4.||For the Old Gnostics||5/20/2016|
|5.||Ravens Hiding in a Shoe||5/20/2016|
|6.||Seeing the Eclipse in Maine||5/20/2016|
|7.||Wanting Sumptuous Heavens||5/20/2016|
|8.||Living at the End of Time||5/20/2016|
|9.||Prayer for My Father||5/20/2016|
|10.||The Executive's Death||5/20/2016|
|11.||The Fat Old Couple Whirling Around||5/20/2016|
|12.||The Great Society||8/17/2015|
|13.||For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old||6/23/2015|
|14.||Waking from Sleep||4/28/2015|
|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
A Month Of Happiness
A blind horse stands among cherry trees.
And bones shine from cool earth.
The heart leaps
Almost up to the sky! But laments
And filaments pull us back into the dark.
Night takes us. But
Comes out of the dark
To light the road. I'll be all right.
I follow my own fiery traces through the night.