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#poetry #robertbly
#poetry #robertbly
Watering the Horse
How strange to think of giving up all ambition!
Suddenly I see with such clear eyes
The white flake of snow
That has just fallen in the horse's mane!
#RobertBly #aRealPlace #SmallPoemSunday #Missoula #RicohGR #BearingWitness #toMake
Watering the Horse
How strange to think of giving up all ambition!
Suddenly I see with such clear eyes
The white flake of snow
That has just fallen in the horse's mane!
#RobertBly #aRealPlace #SmallPoemSunday #Missoula #RicohGR #BearingWitness #toMake
from a poem by Robert Bly titled
Why We Don't Die
In late September many voices
Tell you you will die.
That leaf says it, that coolness.
All of them are right.
#Poem #RobertBly #Death #aRealPlace #Glacier #SaintMaryLake #ReynoldsCreekFire #RicohGR4 #Monochrome
from a poem by Robert Bly titled
Why We Don't Die
In late September many voices
Tell you you will die.
That leaf says it, that coolness.
All of them are right.
#Poem #RobertBly #Death #aRealPlace #Glacier #SaintMaryLake #ReynoldsCreekFire #RicohGR4 #Monochrome
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Knut Hamsun
Hunger
1890
#modernnovel #psychologicalnovel #norwegianliterature #philosophy #booksky #poverty #housingsecurity #homelessness #foodsecurity #writing #novel #books #reading #resistance #translation #robertbly #19thC
Knut Hamsun
Hunger
1890
#modernnovel #psychologicalnovel #norwegianliterature #philosophy #booksky #poverty #housingsecurity #homelessness #foodsecurity #writing #novel #books #reading #resistance #translation #robertbly #19thC
By #Rillke, tr. #RobertBly
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far beyond the road I have begun,
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has an inner light, even from a distance–
By #Rillke, tr. #RobertBly
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far beyond the road I have begun,
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has an inner light, even from a distance–
Kabir [ver. R.Bly]
I miss my friend who sent me this poem
back then, when I played the flute
played many different flutes
many many years ago.
&& yes; I know (and he knew) the sound of the ecstatic flute
#Kabir #RobertBly #Flute #Loving
Kabir [ver. R.Bly]
I miss my friend who sent me this poem
back then, when I played the flute
played many different flutes
many many years ago.
&& yes; I know (and he knew) the sound of the ecstatic flute
#Kabir #RobertBly #Flute #Loving
By #AntonioMachado, tr. #RobertBly
𝑫𝙚𝒅𝙞𝒄𝙖𝒕𝙚𝒅 𝒕𝙤 𝙅𝒐𝙨𝒆 𝑶𝙧𝒕𝙚𝒈𝙖 𝙮 𝙂𝒂𝙨𝒔𝙚𝒕
I
The eye you see is not
an eye because you see it;
it is an eye because it sees you.
By #AntonioMachado, tr. #RobertBly
𝑫𝙚𝒅𝙞𝒄𝙖𝒕𝙚𝒅 𝒕𝙤 𝙅𝒐𝙨𝒆 𝑶𝙧𝒕𝙚𝒈𝙖 𝙮 𝙂𝒂𝙨𝒔𝙚𝒕
I
The eye you see is not
an eye because you see it;
it is an eye because it sees you.
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undivided tenderness."
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert...
✒️ #RobertBly, American poet and essayist, was #BOTD 23 December 1926. #Poetry #Literature
undivided tenderness."
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert...
✒️ #RobertBly, American poet and essayist, was #BOTD 23 December 1926. #Poetry #Literature
and all the time
I am being carried on great winds across the sky.
- #Ojibway Prayer (tr. #RobertBly and #FrancesDensmore)
and all the time
I am being carried on great winds across the sky.
- #Ojibway Prayer (tr. #RobertBly and #FrancesDensmore)
By #JuanRamónJiménez, tr. #RobertBly
I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
By #JuanRamónJiménez, tr. #RobertBly
I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
(quoted in Wild Things: A Geography of Grief by Barbara Wansbrough)
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on,
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
- Rainer Maria #Rilke, tr. #RobertBly
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on,
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
- Rainer Maria #Rilke, tr. #RobertBly
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert...
✒️ #RobertBly, American poet and essayist, was #BOTD 23 December 1926. #Poetry #Literature
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert...
✒️ #RobertBly, American poet and essayist, was #BOTD 23 December 1926. #Poetry #Literature
#RobertBly #AHistoryOfMourning #PoetryCommunity #PoemOfTheDay #PoemsRethabileLikes #Poems #AmericanPoetry #20thCenturyPoetry #Grief #Death #Ancestors #Bly #Mourning
#RobertBly #AHistoryOfMourning #PoetryCommunity #PoemOfTheDay #PoemsRethabileLikes #Poems #AmericanPoetry #20thCenturyPoetry #Grief #Death #Ancestors #Bly #Mourning
.. Reminded me of the poetry of #RobertBly “Snowbanks North of the House”
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.. Reminded me of the poetry of #RobertBly “Snowbanks North of the House”
youtu.be/TIGDWOaL-ho?...
substack.com/@chrismurphy...