I have daughters and I have sons.When one of them lays a handOn my shoulder, shining fishTurn suddenly in the deep sea. - Robert Bly
We are bees then; our honey is language. - Robert Bly
Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry. - Robert Bly
It is not our job to remain whole.We came to lose our leavesLike the trees, and be born again,Drawing up from the great roots. - Robert Bly