[Stylist] poem by Robert Bly

[Ann Chiappetta]

The Sympathies of the Long Married

Robert Bly - 1926-2021

 

Shall we worry about who gets left behind?

That one bird flying through the clouds is enough.

Your sweet face at the door of the house is enough.

 

The two farm horses stubbornly pull the wagon.

The mad crows carry away the tablecloth.

Most of the time, we live through the night.

 

Let's not drive the wild angels from our door.

Maybe the mad fields of grain will move.

Maybe the troubled rocks will learn to walk.

 

It's all right if we're troubled by the night.

It's all right if we can't recall our own name.

It's all right if this rough music keeps on playing.

 

I've given up worrying about men living alone.

I do worry about the couple who live next door.

Some words heard through the screen door are enough.

>From Talking into the Ear of a Donkey, published by W. W. Norton. Copyright
C 2011 by Robert Bly. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights
reserved.

 

Robert Bly

Robert Bly was born on December 23, 1926, in Madison, Minnesota.

 

Ann M. Chiappetta, M.S.

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