Bly, Robert

United States, (b. 1926)

The Prodigal Son

  1. The Prodigal Son is kneeling in the husks.
  2. He remembers the man about to die
  3. who cried, “Don’t let me die, Doctor!”
  4. The swine go on feeding in the sunlight.
  5. When he folds his hands, his knees on corncobs,
  6. he sees the smoke of ships
  7. floating off the isles of Tyre and Sidon,
  8. and father beyond father beyond father.
  9.  
  10. An old man once, being dragged across the floor
  11. by his shouting son, cried:
  12. “Don’t drag me any farther than that crack on the floor—
  13. I only dragged my father that far!”
  14.  
  15. My father is seventy five years old.
  16. How difficult it is,
  17. bending the head, looking into the water.
  18. Under the water there’s a door the pigs have gone through.

Editor’s Note:
In the book Robert Bly, an Introduction to the Poetry by Howard Nelson, we are told the original final line above was: “What we cannot solve is expressed by the swine.” when the poem was first published. Later, Bly changed this line to: “Under the water there’s a door the pigs have gone through.” Nelson gives a thorough analysis of the likely thought process of Bly in making that change, as well as a thorough analysis of this poem and many others. You can find Nelson’s book here. Or you can read an excerpt courtesy of Google Books here.

© Robert Bly. The Man in the Black Coat Turns: poems. New York: Dial Press (1981).

What the Animals Paid

  1. The Hampshire ewes standing in their wooden pens,
  2. Their shiny black hooves close to each other,
  3.  
  4. Had to pay with their wool, with their wombs,
  5. With their eating, with their fear of the dogs.
  6.  
  7. Every animal had to pay. Horses paid all day;
  8. They pulled stone-boats and the ground pulled back.
  9.  
  10. And the pigs? They paid with their squealing
  11. When the knife entered the throat and the blood
  12.  
  13. Followed it out. The blood, steaming and personal,
  14. Paid it. Any debt left over the intestines paid.
  15.  
  16. “I am what I am.” The pig could not say that.
  17. The women paid with their bowed heads, and the men,
  18.  
  19. My father among them, paid with their drinking.
  20. Demons shouted: “Pay to the last drop!” I paid
  21.  
  22. The debt another way. Because I did not pay
  23. In the farm way, I am writing this poem today.

© Robert Bly. American Poetry Review. Vol. 26, No. 3, MAY/JUNE 1997.

A man and a woman and a blackbird

A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

— Wallace Stephens

  1.  
  2. When the two rivers
  3. Join in the cloudy chamber,
  4. So many alien nights
  5. In our twenties, alone
  6. On interior mountains,
  7. Forgotten. Blackbirds
  8. Walk around our feet
  9. As if they shared
  10. In what we know.
  11. We know and we don’t know
  12. What the heron feels
  13. With his wing-
  14. Tip feathers stretched
  15. Out in the air above
  16. The flooded lake,
  17. Or the truffled constellations
  18. The pig sees
  19. Past his wild snout.
  20. A man and a woman
  21. Sit near each other. On
  22. The windowpane
  23. Ice.
  24. The man says: “How
  25. Is it
  26. I have never loved
  27. Ice before?
  28. If I have not loved ice,
  29. What have I loved?
  30. Loved the dead
  31. In their Sumerian
  32. Fish-cloaks?
  33. The vultures celebrating?
  34. The soldiers
  35. And the poor?”
  36. And yet
  37. For one or two
  38. Moments,
  39. In our shared grief
  40. And exile,
  41. We hang our harps
  42. On the willows,
  43. And the willows
  44. Join us,
  45. And the man
  46. And the woman
  47. And the blackbird are one.

© Robert Bly. Stealing Sugar from the Castle: Selected and New Poems, 1950-2013. New York: W.W. Norton & Company (2013).

About the Poet:

Robert Elwood Bly (b. 1926) is a US poet, essayist, editor, translator and activist. Bly’s work is based on the natural world, the visionary, and the realm of the irrational. He celebrates the power of poetic, mythological, and fairy tale traditions as well as Indian ecstatic poetry, meditation, and storytelling. He won the 1968 National Book Award for Poetry for his book The Light Around the Body. [DES-10/21]

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