United States, (b. 1926)
The Prodigal Son
- The Prodigal Son is kneeling in the husks.
- He remembers the man about to die
- who cried, “Don’t let me die, Doctor!”
- The swine go on feeding in the sunlight.
- When he folds his hands, his knees on corncobs,
- he sees the smoke of ships
- floating off the isles of Tyre and Sidon,
- and father beyond father beyond father.
- An old man once, being dragged across the floor
- by his shouting son, cried:
- “Don’t drag me any farther than that crack on the floor—
- I only dragged my father that far!”
- My father is seventy five years old.
- How difficult it is,
- bending the head, looking into the water.
- 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.
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
- The Hampshire ewes standing in their wooden pens,
- Their shiny black hooves close to each other,
- Had to pay with their wool, with their wombs,
- With their eating, with their fear of the dogs.
- Every animal had to pay. Horses paid all day;
- They pulled stone-boats and the ground pulled back.
- And the pigs? They paid with their squealing
- When the knife entered the throat and the blood
- Followed it out. The blood, steaming and personal,
- Paid it. Any debt left over the intestines paid.
- “I am what I am.” The pig could not say that.
- The women paid with their bowed heads, and the men,
- My father among them, paid with their drinking.
- Demons shouted: “Pay to the last drop!” I paid
- The debt another way. Because I did not pay
- 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
- When the two rivers
- Join in the cloudy chamber,
- So many alien nights
- In our twenties, alone
- On interior mountains,
- Forgotten. Blackbirds
- Walk around our feet
- As if they shared
- In what we know.
- We know and we don’t know
- What the heron feels
- With his wing-
- Tip feathers stretched
- Out in the air above
- The flooded lake,
- Or the truffled constellations
- The pig sees
- Past his wild snout.
- A man and a woman
- Sit near each other. On
- The windowpane
- Ice.
- The man says: “How
- Is it
- I have never loved
- Ice before?
- If I have not loved ice,
- What have I loved?
- Loved the dead
- In their Sumerian
- Fish-cloaks?
- The vultures celebrating?
- The soldiers
- And the poor?”
- And yet
- For one or two
- Moments,
- In our shared grief
- And exile,
- We hang our harps
- On the willows,
- And the willows
- Join us,
- And the man
- And the woman
- 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]
Additional information:
- At https://robertbly.com/ readers can increase their understanding and enjoyment of Bly’s work and find information on every facet of Robert Bly’s literary career.
- Robert Bly at the Poetry Foundation
- Robert Bly at WorldCat