Such Different Wants
The board floats on the river.
The board wants nothing
but is pulled from beneath
on into deeper waters.
And the elephant dwelling
on the mountains wants
a trumpet so its dying cry
can be heard by the stars.
The wakeful heron striding
through reeds at dawn wants
the god of sun and moon
to see his long skinny neck.
You must say what you want.
I want to be the man
and I am who will love you
when your hair is white.
Robert Bly
Posted over on Poetics and Ruminations
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