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
2 comments:
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.
xo
erin
yes, and as you may know, the two were friends and worked together on several project over the years.
thanks for making the connection.
dean
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