I have decided to blame no one for my life

Sunday is a good day for reading poetry, wouldn’t you agree?


Sometimes poetry comes in the form of images, sometimes in words. Here is from the beginning of Sleeping Faces, by Robert Bly

Tonight the first fall rain washes away my sly distance.

I have decided to blame no one for my life.

This water falls like a great privacy.

Letters sink into the desk,

The desk sinks away, leaving an intelligence

Slowly learning to talk of its own suffering.

The muttering of thunder is a gift

That reverberates in the roof of the mouth.

“Sleeping Faces” by Robert Bly from Like the New Moon, I Will Live My Life. © White Pine Press, 2015.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Harold Rhenisch says:

    Bly is wonderful, and so is your image. Thanks.

    1. Sigrun says:

      Thank you! I’m very fond of David Plowden’s “American Barn project”, and so every now and then I try to make my Norwegian version of the theme.

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