The Hermit
Robert Bly
Darkness is falling through darkness
Falling from ledge
To ledge.
There is a man whose body is perfectly whole.
He stands the storm behind him
And the grass blades are leaping in the wind.
Darkness is gathered in folds
About his feet.
He is no one. When we see
Him we grow calm
And sail on into the tunnels of joyful death.
-t
1 comment:
re "not sure why, but felt like ..."
Yes, something about it.
Thanks for the intro. to this remarkable American poet. (Generally I'm not much of a poetry fan). I see from the Robert Bly website that he's still making appearances and giving readings.
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