Friday, September 3, 2010
A favorite poem
by Robert Bly
A man and woman sit near each other, and they do
At this moment to be older, or younger, or born
They are content to be where they are, talking or not
Their breaths together feed someone whom we do
He sees her hands close around a book she hands to
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They have promised to love that body.
Age may come; parting may come; death will come!
A man and a woman sit near each other;
As they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
-from the book Eating the Honey of Words