Waking from Sleep Poem by Robert Bly

Waking from Sleep

Rating: 4.6


Inside the veins there are navies setting forth
Tiny explosions at the water lines
And seagulls weaving in the wind of the salty blood.

It is the morning. The country has slept the whole winter.
Window seats were covered with fur skins the yard was full
Of stiff dogs and hands that clumsily held heavy books.

Now we wake and rise from bed and eat breakfast!-
Shouts rise from the harbor of the blood
Mist and masts rising the knock of wooden tackle in the sunlight.

Now we sing and do tiny dances on the kitchen floor.
Our whole body is like a harbor at dawn;
We know that our master has left us for the day.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khairul Ahsan 18 July 2020

A wonderful poem with natural word flow. The last stanza is excellent!

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Ratnakar Mandlik 20 May 2016

Now we sing and do tiny dances on the kitchen floor. Our whole body is like a harbor at dawn Wonderful and lovely presentation. Thanks for sharing.10+ points.

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Edward Kofi Louis 20 May 2016

And to meet the problems of life. Thanks for sharing.

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Fabrizio Frosini 11 December 2015

Now we sing and do tiny dances on the kitchen floor. Our whole body is like a harbor at dawn; We know that our master has left us for the day. - ITALIAN: Ora cantiamo e approcciamo passi di danza nella cucina. Tutto il nostro corpo è come un porto all'alba; Consci che il capitano ci ha abbandonato per tutto il giorno.

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