Poems by Robert Bly
For the Old Gnostics
... Right. Dragons copulate with their knobby tails ...
Waking from Sleep
... Mist, and masts rising, the knock of wooden tackle in the sunlight ...
After Long Busyness
... Suppose a horse were galloping toward me in this open field ...
At Midocean
... All day I loved you in a fever holding on to the tail of the horse ...
Counting Small-boned Bodies
... We could make a whole plain white with skulls in the moonlight! ...
Driving my Parents Home at Christmas
... And the oak when it falls in the forest who hears it through miles and miles of silence ...
Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter
... As I lift the mailbox door I feel its cold iron ...
For My Son Noah Ten Years Old
... The lumber pile does not grow younger nor the two-by-fours lose their darkness ...
In a Train
... I have awakened at Missoula Montana utterly happy ...
In Rainy September
... The oaktree puts out leaves alone on the lonely hillside ...
Insect Heads
... And Arabic sailing in the husks of galleons ...
Looking into a Face
... Through which the body moves like a sliding moon ...
Poems in Three Parts
... 1 Oh on an early morning I think I shall live forever! ...
Snowfall in the Afternoon
... 3 As the snow grows heavier the cornstalks fade farther away ...
Surprised by Evening
... And our skin shall see far off as it does under water ...
