A Reading By Robert Bly Wiley Hall Oct.16,2013 Poem by Daniel Brick

A Reading By Robert Bly Wiley Hall Oct.16,2013

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A lyre slants against the chair
you sit in.
Silent and alert,
as ever it waits for the poet's touch
to shimmer the strings
into sharp sounds.

You sit still,
revolving poems in your memory,
sifting them
to find the ones we
can grapple with, take fully
within our minds.

Late in the evening,
we discover the mind's neighbor,
the shy soul, so often hidden,
suddenly appears, having
already written these poems,
so ancient and abiding

is the measure of your words.
And we realize
as cold October air
bites our homeward faces,
that your soul has been laughing
us into joy for almost nine decades.

Friday, February 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Robert Bly has achieved the age of 87, and he still writes poems and gives poetry readings with his trademark intensity and humor. His illustrious career has included translating foreign poets into workable English, thereby bringing American readers 'News of the Universe.' He also was a pioneer in Deep Image movement. Bly transformed the staid poetry reading into an exciting encounter between audience and poet. The opening stanza refers to a folding chair in the Music Department auditorium. It was decorated with a lyre, with which ancient poets accompanied their readings. Robert
Bly actually used a lyre in poetry recitals in the 1980s, but at this occasion it remained symbolic.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 30 September 2020

Thank you so much Daniel. Wonderful Words. Robert Bly is amazing. Also today is “older persons day” from his page. I have just been hearing an interview of Robert Bly. He has a lot to still pass on to this world.

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* Sunprincess * 18 October 2014

............an amazing and perfect poem to read in October.....penned very nicely with great detail....the last stanza was my favourite it brought the poem alive for me....loved reading this one...

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Nika Mcguin 01 March 2014

I like this, dont really know much about Robert Bly but I'll have to look him up seeing as he inspired such a beautiful poem. This is my favorite verse: Late in the evening, we discover the mind's neighbor, the shy soul, so often hidden, suddenly appears, having already written these poems, so ancient and abiding the idea that our souls have already written poems for us and we just have to tap into them. I feel like that is the case with me sometimes. Certain phrases will be floating around for weeks until something happens and like a key it unlocks a poem that's just been waiting to be written. I love this idea of discourse between the mind and soul, and in these lines its so palpable. This is a beautiful write, even without really knowing who its about lol. Now that's great poetry! ~Nika

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