A blind horse stands among cherry trees.
And bones shine from cool earth.
The heart leaps
Almost up to the sky! But laments
And filaments pull us back into the dark.
Night takes us. But
A paw
Comes out of the dark
To light the road. I’ll be all right.
I follow my own fiery traces through the night.
by Robert Bly
I dreamt last night you
Lived nearby, not
Dead at all, but safe
In a blacksmith’s storage room,
With bolts and nails in bins
From floor to ceiling.
You came and brought me
An ivory jar,
Holding a precious fluid,
Which I took. I knew it meant
The time had come,
But I let you leave.
Later a man pushed open
The door and threw
Your body down, a wizened,
Astonishingly small body —
Rope still tied
Around the neck.
I woke and cried to my wife:
” He didn’t die
That way! There was no rope!
All that is wrong! ” She
Said, ” In
Your dream he did. ”
by Robert Bly
