Friday, January 27, 2012

after long busyness

I start out for a walk at last after weeks at the desk.
Moon gone, plowing underfoot, no stars, not a trace of light!
Suppose a horse were galloping toward me in this open field?
Every day I did not spend in solitude was wasted.

~ Robert Bly
photo by michael totten


erin said...

oh! this reminds me of another of my favorite poems!

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

By James Wright 1927–1980 James Wright

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.


smilingheart said...

yes, and as you may know, the two were friends and worked together on several project over the years.

thanks for making the connection.