Wednesday, September 16, 2009

For the Old Gnostics


For the Old Gnostics


The Fathers put their trust
in the end of the world
And they were wrong.
The Gnostics were right and not right.
Dragons copulate with their knobby tails.
Some somnolent wealth rises unconcerned,
Over there! In the world!
Ponderous stubborn
Sorrow weighs down the flying Gospels.
Some enormous obstacle blocks our way.
The untempered soul grumbles
in empty light.


Robert Bly

Posted over on Poetry Foundation

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