Selected PoemsPerennial Library, 1986 - 213 pagina's Anthology of the poetry of Robert Bly covering the past three decades with accompanying commentary. |
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Pagina 96
Robert Bly. THE DEAD SEAL 1 Walking north toward the point , I come on a dead seal . From a few feet away , he looks like a brown log . The body is on its back , dead only a few hours . I stand and look at him . There's a quiver in the dead ...
Robert Bly. THE DEAD SEAL 1 Walking north toward the point , I come on a dead seal . From a few feet away , he looks like a brown log . The body is on its back , dead only a few hours . I stand and look at him . There's a quiver in the dead ...
Pagina 111
... dead in my family can come and sit here ; I will keep this place for them . The souls of the dead are no bigger than a grain of wheat when they come , yet they too like to have their back protected from the wind of nothing , the wind of ...
... dead in my family can come and sit here ; I will keep this place for them . The souls of the dead are no bigger than a grain of wheat when they come , yet they too like to have their back protected from the wind of nothing , the wind of ...
Pagina 150
... dead , the only thing they have left that is theirs . For the dead remain inside us , as water remains inside granite— hardly at all- for their job is to go away , and not come back , even when we ask them , but water comes to us— it ...
... dead , the only thing they have left that is theirs . For the dead remain inside us , as water remains inside granite— hardly at all- for their job is to go away , and not come back , even when we ask them , but water comes to us— it ...
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from FOUR SEASONS IN AMERICAN WOODS | 4 |
A MAN WRITES TO A PART OF HIMSELF | 17 |
AFTER DRINKING ALL NIGHT WITH A FRIEND WE GO OUT | 28 |
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