When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake, We place our feet where they have never been. We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy. Who is down there but our old teachers? Water that once could take no human weight— We were students then-holds up our feet, And goes on ahead of us for a mile. Beneath us the teachers, and around us the stillness.
from Eating the Honey of Words, 1999
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Copyright 1999 by Robert Bly.
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Robert Bly (1926- ) is the author of over thirty poetry collections, including Like the New Moon I Will Live My Life (White Pine Press, 2015).