by Robert Bly
Hawk, The, 262
Hawk in His Nest, The, 502
Hawthorne and the Elephant, 311
Hawthorne’s walking stick—very short—lay, 311
Head of Barley, The, 455
He always knew where he had been, and he remembered, 482
Heard Whispers, 485
Hearing Men Shout at Night on MacDougal Street, 45
Hearing Music at Dawn, 501
He came in and sat by my side, and I did not wake up. I went on, 158
Herbs, turtle-faced porcupine babies, 217
Here I am, digging worms behind the chickenhouse, 179
Here Morgan dies like a dog among whispers of angels, 45
Here we are, all dressed up to honor death!, 16
Hermit, The (Darkness is falling through darkness), 63
Hermit, The (Early in the morning the hermit wakes, hearing), 495
Heron Drinking, The, 261
He Wanted to Live His Life Over, 313
Hiding in a Drop of Water, 441
Hill of Hua-Tzu, The, 111
Hills of cloud, mountains of mist below, 117
History of Mourning, A, 448
Hockey Poem, The, 125
Hollow Tree, A, 124
Home in Dark Grass, A, 57
Honoring Sand, 274
Horse of Desire, The, 258
Horses Coming Up Behind, The, 433
Horses go on eating the Apostle Island ferns (Men and Women), 267
Horses go on eating the Apostle Island ferns (The Big-Nostrilled Moose), 486
Housefly, The, 492
How David Did Not Care, 301
How Jonah Did Not Care, 302
How lightly the legs walk over the snow-whitened fields!, 186
How Mirabai Did Not Care, 304
How much I long for the night to come, 268
How much I love you. The night is moist, 243
How often I have, 300
How shiny the turtle is, coming out (The Turtle), 72
How shiny the turtle is, coming out (Thinking of “The Autumn Fields”), 107
How strange to awake in a city, 45
How strange to think of giving up all ambition!, 23
How the Ant Takes Part, 165
How the Saint Did Not Care, 302
How This Wealth Came to Be, 409
Hummingbird Valley, The, 247
Hunter, give me my horse. I am going into sorrow again, 441
Hunting Pheasants in a Cornfield, 5
Hurry, for the horses are galloping along the road, 427
Hurry! The world is not going to get better!, 428
Hurrying Away from the Earth, 62
I am comforted, 109
I am driving; it is dusk; Minnesota, 9
I am so much in love with mournful music, 468
I am the grandchild of Norwegian forgetters, 424
I am up early. The box-elder leaves have fallen, 19
“I am who I am.” I wonder what one has to pay, 315
I bend over an old hollow cottonwood stump, still standing, 124
I cannot stop weeping over the thousand nights, 438
I can remember the early mornings—how the stubble, 321
I can’t stop praising Shabistari for bringing, 453
I climb down the bank at Rock Island, Illinois, and cross some, 208
I’d like to have spent my life making, 350
I don’t even know these roads I walk on, 74
I don’t know if we love most the divine, 189
I don’t know if you’ve ever met a head of barley, 455
I don’t know what would bring me closer to you., 440
I don’t know why air drops gather on the inside, 498
I don’t know why my mournful room is like heaven, 502
I don’t know why so much sweetness hovers around us, 469
I dreamt all night such glad painful exultant dreams. Each, 160
I dreamt last night you, 290
I felt my heart beat like an engine high in the air, 18
If I think of a horse wandering about sleeplessly, 26
If we are truly free, and live in a free country, 56
If we could only not be eaten by the steep teeth, 77
I get up late and ask what has to be done today, 179
I go to the door often, 235
I guess it’s an old family, 481
I have been talking into the ear of a donkey, 480
I have been thinking about the man who gives in, 328
I Have Daughters and I Have Sons, 478
I have spent my whole life doing what I love, 458
I hear a ticking on the Pacific stones. A white shape is moving, 123
I heard Andrew Jackson say, as he closed his Virgil, 46
I hear rustlings from the next room; and he is ready, 341
I hear voices praising Tshombe, and the Portuguese, 52
I kneel down to peer into a culvert, 231
I know the horses keep galloping for miles, 442
I lie alone in my bed; cooking and stories are over at last, and, 205
I’ll just stay here. You go on. Leave me behind, 436
I look down the mountainside. Just below my window, 74
I look out at the white sleet covering the still streets, 47
I loved him so much. I’ve said, 492
I love the mountain peak, 270
I love to come near the hummingbird valley, 247
I love to see boards lying on the ground in early spring, 28
I love to stare at old wooden doors after working, 184
I love you so much with this curiously alive and lonely body. My, 169
I’m afraid to talk to you about my little toe, 386
Images Suggested by Medieval Music, 22
Imagination is the door to the raven’s house, so we are, 417
I’m glad that a white horse grazes in that meadow, 353
I missed the hour of your death., 287
In a Mountain Cabin in Norway, 74
In a Time of Losses, 487
In a Train, 23
In Danger from the Outer World, 59
Indigo Bunting, The, 235
I never intended to have this life, believe me—, 320
I never understood that abundance leads to war, 410
In half-light, I make out a shape near a tree trunk—a half-, 146
In his cabin with darkened windows the solitary man, 184
In late September many voices, 310
In Praise of Scholars, 392
In Rainy September, 240
In rainy September, when leaves grow down into the dark, 240
Inside the body there is a field of white roses, 178
Inside the veins there are navies setting forth, 4
Inside us there is a river born in the good cold, 243
In the Ashby reeds it is already night, 184
In the city, whenever you walk out, 475
In the Courtyard of the Isleta Mission, 133
In the deep fall the body awakes, 57
In the fourth grade he sat on his school bench, 346
In the Funeral Home, 287
In the Month of May, 264
In the month of May when all leaves, 264
In the old days the serious man was not an “important person,” 110
In the Time of Peony Blossoming, 244
I open my journal, write a few, 218
Isaac Bashevis and Pasternak, 361
I sat beneath maples, reading, 256
I say it is all right. The earth has hair cathedrals, 76
I say the clumps of hair sweep, 75
Iseult and the Badger, 391
I sit alone late at night, 101
I sit in a cliff hollow, surrounded by fossils and furry shells. The, 122
I sit on the forest road, 109
I start out for a walk at last after weeks at the desk, 112
I still think about the shepherds, how many stars, 352
It has been snowing all day. Three of us start out across the, 161
It is a clearing deep in a forest: overhanging boughs, 36
It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted, 19
It is a moonlit, windy night, 4
It is a pale tree, 181
It is a Pilgrim village; heavy rain is falling, 80
It is a tide pool, shallow, water coming in, clear, tiny white, shell-124
It is early morning, and death has forgotten us for, 441
It is late December. I walk through the pasture, 194
It is lovely to follow paths in the snow made by human feet. The,163
It is low tide. Fog. I have climbed down the cliffs from Pierce, 144
It is not only the ant that walks on the carpenter’s board alone, 236
It is not yet dawn, and the sitar is playing., 418
It Is So Easy to Give In, 328
It is such a joy to hear Rameau’s music when the night, 446
It is sweet to hear music when the night, 501
It must be summer. Push the dock out, 352
It must be that my early friendship with defeat, 435
It must have been Saturn and the other old men, 454
It’s all right if Cézanne goes on painting the same picture, 426
It’s all right if this suffering goes on for years, 502
It’s a parcel of some sort. The exchange, 353
It’s as if someone else is here with me, here in this room, 336
It’s as If Someone Else Is with Me, 336
It’s as if the mice stayed warm inside the snow, 341
It’s because the storytellers have been so faithful, 408
It’s enough for light to fall on one half of a face, 387
It’s good to have poems, 333
It’s hard to know how all this wealth came to the world, 409
It’s hard to know what sort of rough music, 464
It’s hard to know what to say about parents, 473
It’s late fall, and the box-elder leaves are gone, 482
It’s morning. The brown scoops of coffee, the wasplike, 309
It’s morning; there’s lamplight, and the room is still, 344
It’s Morning Again, 493
It’s morning again. Last night I spent hours, 493
It’s odd that the shoehorn has been able to preserve, 437
It’s something about envy. I won’t say I’m envious, 329
Its sound is like a boat with black sails, 178
It’s strange that our love of Beauty should lead us to hell, 376
It started about noon. On top of Mount Batte, 349
It was among ferns I learned about eternity, 247
Ivar Oakeson’s Fiddle, 299
I wake and find myself in the woods, far from the castle (Meeting the Man Who Warns Me), 92
I wake and find myself in the woods, far from the castle (Night Frogs), 245
I walk below the over-bending birches, 237
I walk on a gravel path through cut-over, 221
I walk out in the fields; the frost is still on the ground, 190
I walk over the fields made white with new snow and then open, 154
I walk toward Tomales Point over soaked and lonely hills—a, 138
I want to be a stream of water falling—, 44
I want to be a white horse!, 44
I want to be true to what I have heard. It was, 445
I was born during the night sea-journey, 95
I was descending from the mountains of sleep, 21
I was glad to be in that boat, floating, 321
I woke from a first-day-of-snow dream, 181
I woke up and went out. Not yet dawn, 193
Jacob and Rachel, 436
Jerez at Easter, 372
Johnson’s Cabinet Watched by Ants, 36
July Morning, 187
Jumping Out of Bed, 116
Keeping Our Small Boat Afloat, 464
Keeping Quiet, 482
Kennedy’s Inauguration, 214
Kneeling Down to Look into a Culvert, 231
Large Starfish, The, 144
Last night, full moon, 182
Last night I dreamt my father called to us, 326
Last night in my dream, I drank tea steeped, 390
Last night in my dream I took some steps, 494
Last night the first heavy frost, 173
Last night we took off our wolf skins, and danced, 450
Late at Night during a Visit of Friends, 29
Late Moon, 191
Late Spring Day in My Life, A, 20
Laziness and Silence, 25
Leonardo’s Secret, 121
Let it be, let, 299
Let’s celebrate another day lost to Eternity, 385
Let’s count the bodies over again, 50
Let’s just stay here weeping over old grain, 399
Let’s tell the other story about Pitzeem and his horse, 390
Let’s tell the sweet story about the day Nikos, 389
Letter to Her, 237
Letter to James Wright, 270
Lifting my coffee cup, I notice a caterpillar crawling over my, 150
Light is around the petals, and behind them, 60
Like the New Moon I Will Live My Life, 108
Listening, 411
Listening to a Cricket in the Wainscoting, 178
Listening to Old Music, 440
Listening to President Kennedy Lie about the Cuban Invasion, 42
Listening to Shahram Nazeri, 442
Listening to the Köln Concert, 259
Listening to the Sitar before Dawn, 418
Loafing with Friends at Ojo Canliente, 419
Lobsters Waiting to Be Eaten in a Restaurant Window, 132
Longing, The, 498
Longing for the Acrobat, 466
Long-Leggéd Birds, The, 500
Long Walk before the Snows Began, A, 180
Looking at a Dead Wren in My Hand, 122
Looking at a Dry Tumbleweed Brought In from the Snow, 130
Looking at Aging Faces, 358
Looking at Cloud Banks below the Plane Window, 117
Looking at New-Fallen Snow from a Train, 58
Looking at Some Flowers, 60
Looking at the open page of the psalm book, 188
Looking at the Stars, 352
Looking into a Face, 61
Looking into a Tide Pool, 124
Losing the House in a Card Game, 447
Lost Trapper, The, 477
Love from Far Away, The, 378
Love Poem, 20
Love Poem in Twos and Threes, 248
Lover’s Body as a Community of Protozoa, The, 162
Lovers in the River, 490
Magnolia Grove, The, 114
Mailing Evidence to the Prosecutors, 444
Man and a Woman and a Blackbird, A, 253
Man at the Door, The, 494
Man Who Didn’t Know What Was His, The, 333
Man Who Walks toward Us, The, 269
Man Writes to a Part of Himself, A, 18
March Buds, The, 246
Massive engines lift beautifully from the deck, 81
Max Ernst and the Tortoise’s Beak, 63
Meditations on the Insatiable Soul, 292
Meeting the Man Who Warns Me, 92
Melancholia, 55
Men and Women, 267
Men and women spend only a moment in Paradise (The Trap-Door), 381
Men and women spend only a moment in Paradise (What Kept Horace Alive), 377
Men bring the boat at night inside its slanted house by the shore, 249
Merchants have multiplied more than the stars of heaven, 35
Mineral pools remember a lot about history, 419
Minnow Turning, The, 256
Monet’s Haystacks, 376
Montserrat, 394
Moose, The, 251
Morning by the Lake, 150
Morning Pajamas, 483
Moses’ Basket, 189
Moses’ Cradle, 374
Mountain Grass, 251
Mourning Dove’s Call, The, 479
Mourning Pablo Neruda, 203
Mouse, The, 333
Moving Books to a New Study, 185
Moving Inward at Last, 64
My dear James, do you know that nothing has happened, 270
My Doubts on Going to Visit a New Friend, 353
My Father at Forty, 492
My Father’s Wedding, 222
My fierceness when I hold you belongs, 256
My friend, this body is food for the thousand dragons of the air, 159
My friend, this body is made of camphor and gopherwood, 157
My friend, this body is made of energy compacted and whirling, 167
My Mother, 493
My mother gave me body, 304
My mother was afraid—oh not, 493
My Mournful Room, 502
My Three-Year-Old Daughter Brings Me a Gift, 129
My Wife’s Painting, 221
Nailing a Dock Together, 193
Natchez Inns, 399
Nearly winter. All day the sky gray. Earth heavy, 180
Nest in Which We Were Born, The, 430
Neurons Who Watch Birds, The, 348
Newspapers rise high in the air over Maryland, 51
Night, 26
Night Abraham Called to the Stars, The, 371
Night and day arrive and day after day goes by, 200
Night Farmyard, 175
Night Frogs, 245
Night in December, A, 112
Night Journey in the Cooking Pot, The, 95
Night of First Snow, 189
Night of first snow, 189
Night the Cities Burned, The, 454
Night Winds, 249
Night winds sway the lilacs near the abandoned woodshed, 249
Nikos and His Donkey, 389
Nirmala’s Music, 467
Noah’s ship does not sail with its elephants forever, 403
Noah Watching the Rain, 410
No one grumbles among the oyster clans, 480
Not to the mother of solitude will I give myself, 36
November, 359
November Day at McClure’s Beach, 137
Now do you understand the men who laugh all night in their sleep?, 99
Now we enter a strange world, where the Hessian Christmas, 48
Occasionally spreading their wings to the sun, pelicans, 431
Ocean in Sects, 177
Ocean light as we wake reminds us how dark, 364
Ocean Rain and Music, 356
Ocean Rising and Falling, The, 356
October Frost, 173
Octopus, An, 123
Oh, on an early morning I think I shall live forever!, 9
Oh Wallace Stevens, dear friend, 271
Oh well, let’s go on eating the grains of eternity, 468