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“The Bridegroom” by Robert Bly 🇺🇸 (23 Dec 1926 – 21 Nov 2021)
The bridegroom wanted to reach the Norwegian Church.
But the roads were made impassable by huge snows.
We are each the bridegroom longing for existence.
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Marriage brings the moth close to the candle flame.
With their frail wings, men and women
Are constantly flying into the fire of existence.
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Some say that each drop of ground water in Kansas
Knows about the ocean. How can this be?
Every drop of water longs like us for existence.
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Abu Said fasted in the desert for twenty years.
Later when he came back, his dragon friend
Wept. “Your suffering gave me a hint of existence.”
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When the pianist’s fingers strike all the notes
In the Tenth Prelude, it’s clear Bach’s soul has been
Leaping about like a hare in the field of existence.
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Robert, you’re close to joy but not quite there.
You are a hunchback standing in an Italian
Square, looking in at the festival of existence.