For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old Poem by Robert Bly
For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old
Night and day arrive and day after day goes by,
and what is old remains old, and what is young remains
young and grows old,
and the lumber pile does not grow younger, nor the
weathered two-by-fours lose their darkness,
but the old tree goes on, the barn stands without help so
many years,
the advocate of darkness and night is not lost.
The horse swings around on one leg, steps, and turns,
the chicken flapping claws onto the roost, its wings whelping
and whalloping,
but what is primitive is not to be shot out into the night and
the dark.
And slowly the kind man comes closer, loses his rage, sits
down at table.
So I am proud only of those days that we pass in undivided
tenderness,
when you sit drawing, or making books, stapled, with
messages to the world...
or coloring a man with fire coming out of his hair.
Or we sit at a table, with small tea carefully poured;
so we pass our time together, calm and delighted.
So we pass our time together, calm and delighted. A fine ending to a very good piece. I like the man with fire coming out of his hair. It's very well observed and also moving. Tom Billsborough
yes, some things change and some don't. But peace, goodness of heart, tenderness always stay and that's what keeps us calm, delighted and stable... Congrats on being poet of the day!
Wonderful day and beautiful poetic description.... Such a beautiful description that it seems I'm evolving in that days and nights, growing up with the poetic words line of lines...very happy to read
Indeed, this poem makes us happy inside our hearts. A SUPERB poe, dear Robert! All Stars from the galaxie!
MyNOTES: when poet Bly wrote this for his 10 year old son Noah, he was already 89. WOW! What an age. IF he still lives now in 2023 then he is now 97 yers old, almost a centennial
CONTINUED: of his pen. Through PH I come to know more poets who are still unknown in my eyes. Does he write about NOAH, since this son of 10 years old represent such deep coziness?
He was chosen in 2016 as Poet Of The Day, since he can describe so much coziness in a poem. His son Noah is now18 years old and still very young. Poet Bly is now in 2023 97 years old, what an age! Does he still live or....? Only I don't see more submissions
The horse swings around on one leg, steps, and turns, the chicken flapping claws onto the roost, its wings whelping and whalloping, but what is primitive is not to be shot out into the night and the dark. a fine poem of dearness. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Robert! you are proud only of days spent together with your son! - So I am proud only of those days that we pass in undivided tenderness, when you sit drawing, or making books, stapled, with messages to the world... or coloring a man with fire coming out of his hair. Or we sit at a table, with small tea carefully poured; so we pass our time together, calm and delighted.