In Rainy September
Robert BlyIn rainy September, when leaves grow down to the dark,
I put my forehead down to the damp, seaweed-smelling sand.
The time has come. I have put off choosing for years,
Robert BlyThe quivering wings of the winter ant
wait for lean winter to end.
I love you in slow, dim-witted ways,
hardly speaking, one or two words only.What caused us each to live hidden?...
Robert BlyIt was among ferns I learned about eternity.
Below your belly there is a curly place.
Through you I learned to love the ferns on that bank,
and the curve the deer’s hoof leaves i...
Robert BlyAll day I loved you in a fever, holding on to the tail of the horse.
I overflowed whenever I reached out to touch you.
My hands moved over your body, covered with its dress,
A Man and a Woman Sit Near Each Other
Robert BlyA man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long
at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born
in any other nation, or time, or place.
At the Time of Peony Blossoming
Robert BlyWhen I come near the red peony flower
I tremble as water does near thunder,
as the well does when the plates of earth move,
or the tree when fifty birds leave...