Robert Bly





The Hermit

Early in the morning the hermit wakes, hearing 
The roots of the fir tree stir beneath his floor. 
Someone is there. That strength buried 
In earth carries up the summer world. When 
A man loves a woman, he nourishes her. 
Dancers strew the lawn with the light of their feet. 
When a woman loves the earth, she nourishes it. 
Earth nourishes what no one can see.