Robert Bly Poems
|1.||The Great Society||8/17/2015|
|2.||Driving through Minnesota During the Hanoi Bombings||5/20/2016|
|3.||Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River||5/20/2016|
|4.||DRIVING WEST IN 1970||5/20/2016|
|5.||The Executive's Death||5/20/2016|
|6.||The Fat Old Couple Whirling Around||5/20/2016|
|7.||For the Old Gnostics||5/20/2016|
|8.||Prayer for My Father||5/20/2016|
|9.||Ravens Hiding in a Shoe||5/20/2016|
|10.||Seeing the Eclipse in Maine||5/20/2016|
|11.||Wanting Sumptuous Heavens||5/20/2016|
|12.||Waking from Sleep||4/28/2015|
|13.||For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old||6/23/2015|
|14.||The Cat In The Kitchen||1/7/2015|
|15.||Living at the End of Time||5/20/2016|
|16.||Gratitude To Old Teachers||12/12/2014|
|17.||A Month Of Happiness||12/18/2014|
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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.
Waking from Sleep
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!-