Robert Bly

Poems in Three Parts

Oh, on an early morning I think I shall live forever!  
I am wrapped in my joyful flesh, 
As the grass is wrapped in its clouds of green.

Rising from a bed, where I dreamt 
Of long rides past castles and hot coals, 
The sun lies happily on my knees; 
I have suffered and survived the night,  
Bathed in dark water, like any blade of grass.

The strong leaves of the box-elder tree,  
Plunging in the wind, call us to disappear  
Into the wilds of the universe, 
Where we shall sit at the foot of a plant,  
And live forever, like the dust.