Sunday, January 6, 2013
I am so much in love with mournful music
That I don't bother to look for violinists.
The aging peepers satisfy me for hours.
The ant moves on his tiny Sephardic feet.
The flute is always glad to repeat the same note.
The ocean rejoices in its dusky mansion.
Bears are often piled up close to each other.
In caves of bears, it's just one hump
After another, and there is no one to sort it out.
You and I have spent so many hours working.
We have paid dearly for the life we have.
It's all right if we do nothing tonight.
We've heard the fiddlers tuning their old fiddles,
And the singer urging the low notes to come.
We've heard her trying to keep the dawn from breaking.
There is some slowness in life that is right for us.
But we love to remember the way the soul leaps
Over and over into the lonely heavens.
~ Robert Bly
from Talking into the ear of a Donkey