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Nuestras vidas son los rios,
que van a dar a la mar,
que es el morir. ¡Gran cantar!

“Our lives are rivers
and rivers flow and move to the sea, 242 more words


a home in dark grass :: robert bly

In the deep fall, the body awakes,
And we find lions on the seashore—
Nothing to fear.
The wind rises, the water is born,
Spreading white tomb-clothes on a rocky shore, 98 more words

It Can Be Shifted

I heard a Robert Bly poem on The Writer’s Almanac a few months ago that seemed to speak to our times. Called “Keeping Quiet, 293 more words


The Shadow

The Sun has been in Scorpio these last weeks, a deep, secret, powerful energy.  The New Moon (Sun and Moon together in the sky and in the same sign) on November 11, 2015 was in Scorpio.  2,026 more words


Bly: The Germans Would Be in Moscow

“A Russian woman from Kiev, whose generation of women have lived for many years without men their own age, said to me, ‘All the young men left after the battle for Kiev went to Moscow to defend it. 70 more words


Bly: No Longer a Warrior

“ Moore emphasizes that the quality of a true warrior is that he is in service to a purpose greater than himself: that is, to a transcendent cause. 53 more words


Nothing But Death

Nothing But Death

-Pablo Neruda, translated by Robert Bly 

There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound, 45 more words