Robert Bly


Waking from Sleep - Poem by Robert Bly

Inside the veins there are navies setting forth
Tiny explosions at the water lines
And seagulls weaving in the wind of the salty blood.

It is the morning. The country has slept the whole winter.
Window seats were covered with fur skins the yard was full
Of stiff dogs and hands that clumsily held heavy books.

Now we wake and rise from bed and eat breakfast!-
Shouts rise from the harbor of the blood
Mist and masts rising the knock of wooden tackle in the sunlight.

Now we sing and do tiny dances on the kitchen floor.
Our whole body is like a harbor at dawn;
We know that our master has left us for the day.

Topic(s) of this poem: sleep


Comments about Waking from Sleep by Robert Bly

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (5/20/2016 11:21:00 PM)

    Now we sing and do tiny dances on the kitchen floor.
    Our whole body is like a harbor at dawn
    Wonderful and lovely presentation. Thanks for sharing.10+ points. (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (5/20/2016 3:21:00 AM)

    And to meet the problems of life. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/11/2015 1:09:00 PM)

    Now we sing and do tiny dances on the kitchen floor.
    Our whole body is like a harbor at dawn;
    We know that our master has left us for the day.

    - ITALIAN:

    Ora cantiamo e approcciamo passi di danza nella cucina.
    Tutto il nostro corpo è come un porto all'alba;
    Consci che il capitano ci ha abbandonato per tutto il giorno. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 28, 2015



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