Robert Bly Poems
|1.||The Fat Old Couple Whirling Around||5/20/2016|
|2.||Prayer for My Father||5/20/2016|
|3.||Seeing the Eclipse in Maine||5/20/2016|
|4.||Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River||5/20/2016|
|5.||DRIVING WEST IN 1970||5/20/2016|
|6.||The Executive's Death||5/20/2016|
|7.||Ravens Hiding in a Shoe||5/20/2016|
|8.||Driving through Minnesota During the Hanoi Bombings||5/20/2016|
|9.||For the Old Gnostics||5/20/2016|
|10.||The Great Society||8/17/2015|
|11.||Living at the End of Time||5/20/2016|
|12.||Wanting Sumptuous Heavens||5/20/2016|
|13.||Waking from Sleep||4/28/2015|
|14.||The Cat In The Kitchen||1/7/2015|
|15.||Gratitude To Old Teachers||12/12/2014|
|16.||For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old||6/23/2015|
|17.||A Month Of Happiness||12/18/2014|
Comments about Robert Bly
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!-
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 ...
The Cat In The Kitchen
Have you heard about the boy who walked by
The black water? I won't say much more.
Let's wait a few years. It wanted to be entered.
Sometimes a man walks by a pond, and a hand
Reaches out and pulls him in.
There was no
Intention, exactly. The pond was lonely, or needed
Calcium, bones would do. What happened then?
It was a little like the night wind, which is soft,