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03-17-2003, 11:09 AM
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Poet in Residence
Join Date: Oct 2000
Location: Charleston, SC
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OT - The Approaching War
The Approaching War
Robert Bly The sorrow of a horse standing in a stable goes on Night and day. The plane that crashes in the desert Holds shadows under its wings for thirty years. Each time Rembrandt touches his pen to the page, So many Dutch barns fly up. It's hard to know why. We do know earth has pulled so many nights down. Each time a hog caught by one leg, ,hangs Upside down, he looks at the ground from above. Our elevation suggests that the knife is approaching. Things go on. The weight of history begins To bend us over once more. It won't be long before We put our heads down on the chopping block again. When we hear a Drupad singer with his low Voice patiently waiting for the next breath, We know the universe can get along without us. The writer of this poem is forgetful like you. For him, a century of forgetfulness can Go by in the space of a single heartbeat. |
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03-17-2003, 11:18 AM
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Lethargic Hooligan
Join Date: Oct 2000
Location: hello kitty found my wallet at a big tent revival and returned it with all the cash missing
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Man, Bly is a world class cornerback, and a poet. Who knew?
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03-17-2003, 11:25 AM
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Poet in Residence
Join Date: Oct 2000
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Actually, Robert Bly probably could have played some mean ball...he's a pretty stout guy.
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03-17-2003, 11:26 AM
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Pro Starter
Join Date: Oct 2000
Location: Fairfax, VA
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Isn't that Tupac's brother? |
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