I was unfaithful even to Infidelity.
Robert BlyI knew this friendship with myself couldn’t last forever.
Robert BlyMy life failed on the very day I was born.
Robert BlyIt’s all right if you grow your wings on the way down.
Robert BlyI am proud only of those days that pass in
undivided tenderness.
Stichwörter: tenderness proud
Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.
Robert BlyA person who discreetly farts in an elevator is not a divine being, and a man needs to know this.
Robert Blyhorrible types, specialists in the One, builders of middle-class castles, and upper-class Usher houses, writers of boring Commencement speeches, creepy otherworldly types, worse than Pope Paul, academics who resembled gray jars, and who would ruin a whole state like Tennessee if put into it; people totally unable to merge into the place where they live -- they could live in a valley for years and never become the valley
Robert BlyIt is not our job to remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves
Like the trees, and be born again,
Drawing up from the great roots.
Stichwörter: poetry
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