Monday, April 18, 2016

Robert Bly / Waiting for night to come

Waiting for night to come
How much I long for the night to come
Again — I am restless all afternoon —
And the huge stars to appear
All over the heavens!… The black spaces between stars…
And the blue to fade away.

I worked on poems with my back to the window,
Waiting for the darkness that I remember
Noticing from my cradle.
When I step over and open the door, I am
A salmon slipping over the gravel into the ocean.

One star stands alone in the western darkness:
Arcturus. Caught in their love, the Arabs called it
The Keeper of Heaven. I think
It was in the womb that I received
The thirst for the dark heavens.

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