Kadunce River, Northern Minnesota
“I am proud only of those days that pass in
undivided tenderness.”Robert Bly
Gone, Gone, Gone
by Robert Bly
“Search for the longing. O you who love me.” Old Saint
When the wind-sleeve moves in the
. . morning street,
I walk there, and brood on brown things,
On green things,
On the green waves
Lifting at seas, the green wives, and the
. . brood of heaven.
I hear a faint sound, a bell inside the waves
Coming from far off . . . and the sweet clear
Bell of the joys
Of silence pierces
Through the roaring of cars, the hum of tires,
. . the closing of doors.
When I hear that sound, a subtle force, a sheath,
Motherly, wraps me. Inside that sheath
I need no
House or land,
Caught in sweetness as the trout in the
. . running stream.
Full Consciousness
By Juan Ramon Jimenez
Translated by Robert Bly
Fourteen Lines 