Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Robert Bly

A Month of Happiness

A blind horse stands among cherry trees.

And bones shine from cool earth.

The heart leaps

Almost up to the sky! But laments

And filaments pull us back into the dark.

Night takes us. But

A paw

Comes out of the dark

To light the road. I’ll be all right.

I follow my own fiery traces through the night.

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