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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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OUR NATIONAL TREASURE,
ROBERT BLY

 

 

 

Walking in the Woods


When I walked into the woods today,
Two partridge flew up—they disappeared
Explosively into the overly calm
Pines on their darkening slope.

Both of us were startled.
That happens inside a poem.
We never entirely get
Over how it feels to be surprised.

                                —Robert Bly

 

 

 

The Heater in the Old Car



I remember so many times when we were
All together in the car—the children there
On the way to town—and the heater working
—Or not.  We were poor, sort of, but mostly
Proud, because we had old cars
And young horses.  So we sang.
We belonged to the new way.  No one worked
For us, in the cold, and we did the horses
Ourselves, and we had no insurance.
Most people pretended not to notice
How much we enjoyed our old car.
The war was over, and we had some horses.


                                         —Robert Bly