Thursday, February 10, 2011

Poem Thursday - Bly

This is one of my favorites.  So very true.

The Face in the Toyota
   by Robert Bly

Suppose you see a face in a Toyota
One day, and you fall in love with that face,
And it is Her, and the world rushes by
Like dust blown down a Montana street.

And you fall upward into some deep hole
And you can’t tell God from some grain of sand.
And your life is changed, except that now you
Overlook even more than you did before;

And these ignored things come to bury you,
And you are crushed, and your parents
Can’t help you anymore, and the woman in the Toyota
Becomes a part of the world that you don’t see.

And now the grain of sand becomes sand again,
And you stand on some mountain road weeping.


yogurt said...

The internet feels a lot like this. Virtual dust blown through a Texas living room. Thanks for posting poems. I appreciate them.

Cookie said...

I have to admit, I didn't come to your blog and actually be expected to think. I need some coffee and then I will have to read it again. It seemed very sad and lonely.

Unlikely Oilfield Wife said...

That's insanely beautiful.

Sophia the Writer said...

Omg. This just blew my mind.

Cha Cha said...


There's something about "and your parents can't help you anymore" that succinctly explains just how much trouble you're in.