Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Moving Inward At Last


Painting by Rick Mobbs


Moving Inward at Last

The dying bull is bleeding on the mountain!
But inside the mountain, untouched
By the blood,
There are antlers, bits of oak bark,
Fire, herbs are thrown down.

When the smoke touches the roof of the cave,
The green leaves burst into flame,
The air of night changes to dark water,
The mountains alter and become the sea.

Robert Bly

Posted over on Fat Poetry Book

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