Photograph by Jack Cushman
Wanting Sumptuous Heavens
No one grumbles among the oyster clans,
And lobsters play their bone guitars
all summer.
Only we, with our opposable thumbs,
want Heaven to be,
and God to come, again.
There is no end to our grumbling;
we want comfortable earth
and sumptuous Heaven.
But the heron standing on one leg
in the bog
Drinks his dark rum all day,
and is content.
Robert Bly
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“Wanting Sumptuous Heavens”" from The New Yorker by Robert Bly, published by Conde Nast in Nov 5, 2007.
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