"Robert, there's not a single humiliation we could have done without. We are still perched on a pole What will happen to us depends a lot on the wind." What an image, what wisdom. There is no shortcut on lived experience.
“The Storm” by Robert Bly A sadness comes when we think back. The car says, “I will bring you somewhere.” Confusion says, “Is it all clear?” The sadness says, “A storm is coming.” We were still warming up the car When the storm came. Like all storms, It lacked subtlety and obeyed Something or someone irresistible. Nine people stood looking out at the car. There wasn’t room for everyone. Someone would be left behind In the cold house. Human longing Says, “I know there’s a better place.” The car says, “Let’s stop talking.” Confusion says that we’re quite clear about it. And the storm says, “Here I come.”
"Robert, there's not a single humiliation we could have done without.
We are still perched on a pole
What will happen to us depends a lot on the wind."
What an image, what wisdom.
There is no shortcut on lived experience.
Excellent..
Love the first poem by Yeats and Bly having fun reciting it.
Astounding!
“The Storm”
by Robert Bly
A sadness comes when we think back.
The car says, “I will bring you somewhere.”
Confusion says, “Is it all clear?”
The sadness says, “A storm is coming.”
We were still warming up the car
When the storm came. Like all storms,
It lacked subtlety and obeyed
Something or someone irresistible.
Nine people stood looking out at the car.
There wasn’t room for everyone.
Someone would be left behind
In the cold house. Human longing
Says, “I know there’s a better place.”
The car says, “Let’s stop talking.”
Confusion says that we’re quite clear about it.
And the storm says, “Here I come.”