On the Death of Robert Bly

The poet Robert Bly died. I get a poem a day from various sources including the Poetry Foundation. Today, they sent out Bly’s poem “The Life of Weeds.” 

Like most of his work, I’m sure it is beyond my head or over my understanding unless I really think about it. What grabs me with his poetry is its visceral simplicity that of course hints at something more.

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