Robert Bly
Poems.
Prose.
Time Line.
Books.
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My Sentence was a Thousand Years of Joy. |
This Tree Will be Here for a Thousand Years. |
A very physical sixth collection. The poet walks at dawn. He fishes in the night. He bends to touch things and pick them up.
Favorite poems include:
Near me a black and shaggy pony is eating grass, that crunching is night being ripped away from days, a crystal's sound when it regains its twelve sides. |
It is a shock that snow fell over the whole farm while the singer remained private and alone in his house. It is as if the African heron carved of buffalo horn suddenly would open his mounth and call, or a bell from under glass would lift and ring. The horse's hoof kicks up a seashell, and the farmer finds an Indian stone with a hole all the way through. |
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Iron John. |
Bly's version of an old "Wild Man" folktale about a boy and his guide through initiation toward manhood.
Essays and interviews and strong opinions about other poets fill American Poetry: Wildness and Domesticity.
Related pages:
Books of Poetry Form.
Alphabetic list of poetry forms and related topics.
How to Write Poetry.
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