Robert Bly
Ravens Hiding in a Shoe by Robert Bly

Ravens Hiding in a Shoe by Robert Bly

There is something men and women living in housesDon't understand. The old alchemists standingNear their stoves hinted at it a thousand times.Ravens at night hide in an old ...

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The Fat Old Couple Whirling Around by Robert Bly

The Fat Old Couple Whirling Around by Robert Bly

The drum says that the night we die will be a long night. It says the children have time to play. Tell the grownups They can pull the curtains around the bed tonight. The old man ...

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The Executive’s Death by Robert Bly

The Executive’s Death by Robert Bly

Merchants have multiplied more than the stars of heaven. Half the population are like the long grasshoppers That sleep in the bushes in the cool of the day; The sound of their ...

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Wanting Sumptuous Heavens by Robert Bly

Wanting Sumptuous Heavens by Robert Bly

No one grumbles among the oyster clans, And lobsters play their bone guitars all summer. Only we, with our opposable thumbs, want Heaven to be, and God to come, again. There is no ...

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A Month Of Happiness by Robert Bly

A Month Of Happiness by Robert Bly

A blind horse stands among cherry trees.And bones shine from cool earth.The heart leapsAlmost up to the sky! But lamentsAnd filaments pull us back into the dark.Night takes us. ...

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Gratitude To Old Teachers by Robert Bly

Gratitude To Old Teachers by Robert Bly

When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake,We place our feet where they have never been.We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy.Who is down there but our old ...

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Living at the End of Time by Robert Bly

Living at the End of Time by Robert Bly

There is so much sweetness in children's voices,And so much discontent at the end of day,And so much satisfaction when a train goes by.I don't know why the rooster keeps ...

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Seeing the Eclipse in Maine by Robert Bly

Seeing the Eclipse in Maine by Robert Bly

It started about noon. On top of Mount Batte, We were all exclaiming. Someone had a cardboard And a pin, and we all cried out when the sun Appeared in tiny form on the ...

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DRIVING WEST IN 1970 by Robert Bly

DRIVING WEST IN 1970 by Robert Bly

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 ...

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For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old by Robert Bly

For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old by Robert Bly

Night and day arrive and day after day goes by,and what is old remains old, and what is young remainsyoung and grows old,and the lumber pile does not grow younger, nor ...

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Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River by Robert Bly

Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River by Robert Bly

I I am driving; it is dusk; Minnesota. The stubble field catches the last growth of sun. The soybeans are breathing on all sides. Old men are sitting before their houses on car ...

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The Great Society by Robert Bly

The Great Society by Robert Bly

Dentists continue to water their lawns even in the rain:Hands developed with terrible labor by apes Hang from the sleeves of evangelists;There are murdered kings in the ...

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Driving through Minnesota During the Hanoi Bombings by Robert Bly

Driving through Minnesota During the Hanoi Bombings by Robert Bly

We drive between lakes just turning green; Late June. The white turkeys have been moved A second time to new grass. How long the seconds are in great pain! Terror just ...

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