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.||Living at the End of Time||5/20/2016|
|9.||Prayer for My Father||5/20/2016|
|10.||Ravens Hiding in a Shoe||5/20/2016|
|11.||Seeing the Eclipse in Maine||5/20/2016|
|12.||Wanting Sumptuous Heavens||5/20/2016|
|13.||The Cat In The Kitchen||1/7/2015|
|14.||Waking from Sleep||4/28/2015|
|15.||For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old||6/23/2015|
|16.||Gratitude To Old Teachers||12/12/2014|
|17.||A Month Of Happiness||12/18/2014|
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.
DRIVING WEST IN 1970
My dear children, do you remember the morning
When we climbed into the old Plymouth
And drove west straight toward the Pacific?
We were all the people there were.
We followed Dylan's songs all the way west.
It was Seventy; the war was over, almost;
And we were driving to the sea.