#Robert Bly
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tamsoj · 10 months ago
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Robert Bly, "Depression," from A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction
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othellho · 6 months ago
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Robert Bly, from Poems on the Underground
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havingapoemwithyou · 11 months ago
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the teapot by Robert Bly
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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year ago
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to be loved is to be changed
Haruki Murakami South of the Border, West of the Sun // Robert Bly In the Month of May // Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // art: unknown quote: Fyodor Dostoeyevsky The Brothers Karamazov // @x2s (via @llovelymoonn) // Bianca Sparacino // Noah Kahan You're Gonna Go Far // Katja Kemnitz Too Much Love // Charlotte Eriksson Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself
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mournfulroses · 2 months ago
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Miguel Hernández, tr. by Robert Bly, from Selected Poems; “Before Hatred, Thirsting,”
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julesofnature · 10 months ago
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 “To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.” ~Robert Bly
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the-hearth-and-the-wild · 5 months ago
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The joy of being alone, eating the honey of words.
Robert Bly, excerpt from "It's As If Someone Else Is With Me"
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geopsych · 1 year ago
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“It is not our job to remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves
Like the trees, and be born again,
Drawing up from the great roots.”
—Robert Bly
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daweyt · 9 months ago
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Robert Bly, from “A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction; ‘Depression’”, edited by Mark S. Bauer.
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apoemaday · 5 months ago
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The Night Abraham Called to the Stars
by Robert Bly
Do you remember the night Abraham first saw The stars? He cried to Saturn: “You are my Lord!” How happy he was! When he saw the Dawn Star, He cried, “You are my Lord!” How destroyed he was When he watched them set. Friends, he is like us: We take as our Lord the stars that go down. We are faithful companions to the unfaithful stars. We are diggers, like badgers; we love to feel The dirt flying out from behind our back claws. And no one can convince us that mud is not Beautiful. It is our badger soul that thinks so. We are ready to spend the rest of our life Walking with muddy shoes in the wet fields. We resemble exiles in the kingdom of the serpent. We stand in the onion fields looking up at the night. My heart is a calm potato by day, and a weeping Abandoned woman by night. Friend, tell me what to do, Since I am a man in love with the setting stars.
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metamorphesque · 2 years ago
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poems that remind me of monet’s paintings 
Monet's Haystacks by Robert Bly
Monet's Waterlilies by Robert Hayden
Entering the Kingdom by Mary Oliver
Give Me Your Hand by Gabriela Mistral
Flower-Gathering by Robert Frost
Water and Flowers by Ameen Rihani
Early Spring by Rainer Maria Rilke
Notebook Fragments by Ocean Vuong
[The flowers and my love,] by Ono no Komachi
Love Song by Rainer Maria Rilke
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
the poem is a dream telling you its time by Marwa Helal
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver
The Spring Has Many Silences by Laura Riding Jackson
When Spring by Alberto Caeiro
buy me a coffee
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lunchboxpoems · 7 months ago
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WHEN MY DEAD FATHER CALLED
Last night I dreamt my father called to us.
He was stuck somewhere. It took us
A long time to dress, I don't know why.
The night was snowy; there were long black roads.
Finally, we reached the little town, Bellingham.
There he stood, by a streetlamp in cold wind,
Snow blowing along the sidewalk. I noticed
The uneven sort of shoes that men wore
In the early Forties. And overalls. He was smoking.
Why did it take us so long to get going? Perhaps
He left us somewhere once, or did I simply
Forget he was alone in winter in some town?
ROBERT BLY
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majestativa · 7 months ago
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Absence knifes open my heart.
— Mirabai, Mirabai: Ecstatic Poems, transl by Robert Bly & Jane Hirshfield, (2004)
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havingapoemwithyou · 7 months ago
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in the month of May by Robert Bly
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garadinervi · 21 days ago
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Robert Bly, Counting Small-boned Bodies, (broadside), Institute for the Study of Nonviolence, Palo Alto, CA, n.d. [Granary Books, New York, NY. © Robert Bly]
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mournfulroses · 9 months ago
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Miguel Hernández, tr. by Robert Bly, from The Selected Poems; "Eternal Darkness,"
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