A Month Of Happiness Poem by Robert Bly

A Month Of Happiness

Rating: 4.8

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
A paw
Comes out of the dark
To light the road. I'll be all right.
I follow my own fiery traces through the night.

Thursday, December 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness
Fabrizio Frosini 02 March 2016

I was amazed reading these verses: ''A blind horse stands among cherry trees. // I follow my own fiery traces through the night.'' since I used the image of a horse in my poem 'CHERRY BLOSSOMS'! Someone could think I took inspiration from him.. yet, I didn't know of Bly's poem before.. :)

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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 January 2023

I believe YOU, Dr. Frosini, since Poetry is connecting human mind with human mind, not literally, but just in thoughts, the human mind is such a wonderous thing, amazin response you wrote here, Dr. Frosini

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Daniel Brick 23 February 2017

Robert Bly and I are both lifelong Minnesotans and lifelong poets. I boldly place myself in the same sentence with him, but honestly I have been for 50 years in awe of him, as are many others. He is very personable, whenever I have talked to him, he is eager to hear about about my dreams and desires. But he is our Master: he taught us why Poetry matters to us, he taught us to read the poets of the world; he showed us how to live poetic lives and moral lives, he was there to guide us when we floundered and thought things were hopeless. He was our Blake affirming the power of the Imagination, our Yeats seeking the spiritual in the material, our Iron John living the mythic experience in our individual lives. In the long list of roles he played for all these decades in our visionary company, perhaps he will be remembered as our best and most faithful Teacher, who understood EDUCATION means to lead forth, to lead one's students, prepared and enthusiastic and hopeful, into the World and then let them go, release them even from his tutelage, so in the end his final gift to us is OUR FREEDOM.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 23 February 2017

The heart leaps. A portrayal of a state of ecstasy. Well communicated. Sylva.

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M Asim Nehal 23 February 2017

A soulful jouney of life nicely described, thanks for sharing.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 January 2023

Dr. Frosini, NOW you KNOW poet Bly's poem, truly a Month Of Happiness!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 January 2023

I will search your CHERRY BLOSSOMS and I will give it a response.

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Mohammed Salihu 10 July 2020

Thanks for sharing.

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John spick 30 May 2018

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Josephine 13 December 2017

To me this poem is about the processing of grief and the realization that the deceased will be okay and and follow their own fiery traces through the night.

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