What did Robert Bly mean by: It’s good to have poems that begin with tea and end with God. Robert Bly Poet · USA Copy
And why shouldn’t the miraculous, / Caught on this earth, visit / The old man alone in his hut? Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Bly, Connection, Isolation, Wonder, 0 Robert Bly Poet · USA
There are years from my childhood that I cannot remember and I cannot forget. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Bly, Childhood, Emotion, Memory, 0 Robert Bly Poet · USA
Some men live with an invisible limp, stagger, or drag a leg. Their sons are often angry. Author, December 22, 2023December 29, 2024, Robert Bly, Anger, Legacy, Struggle, 0 Robert Bly Poet · USA
Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Bly, Connection., Poetry, Spirituality, 0 Robert Bly Poet · USA
In the sibling society, both the adult and the elder get lost, and no one knows where they are. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Bly, Identity, Isolation, 0 Robert Bly Poet · USA
Vertical thought likes to imagine the vast distances between the stars. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Bly, Distance, Imagination, Space, 0 Robert Bly Poet · USA
We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, Trees that start again. Author, December 22, 2023December 29, 2024, Robert Bly, Growth, Renewal, Transformation, 0 Robert Bly Poet · USA
Every part of you that you do not love will regress and become hostile towards you. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Robert Bly, Hostility, Regression, Self-love, 0 Robert Bly Poet · USA
Religion is the everlasting dialogue between humanity and God. Art is its soliloquy. Franz Werfel Novelist · Austria
Extremes are vicious, and proceed from men; compensation is just, and proceeds from God. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. Wallace Stevens Poet · USA
