Robert Bly





My Father at Forty

I loved him so much. I’ve said 
That before, so don’t be surprised. 
It was a first love. Go ahead, open 
Your hand. Do scissors beat 
Paper? Does rock beat scissors? 
It’s just love and can’t be 
Explained. Probably it 
Happened early. You’re looking 
At it. The way I found 
Of opening a poem I took 
From the way walked into a field.