September 26, 2012
Wednesday Poem
Gratitude to Old TeachersWhen 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.
by Robert Bly
from Eating the Honey of Words, 1999
Harper Collins Publishers, New York, NY
Posted by Jim Culleny at 06:07 AM | Permalink
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Thank you Jim for enriching the lives of your readers.
I'd think you'd like this:
'Poetry is a doorway to passion, peace, and wholeness that is right in our midst. It is free and available to everyone all the time. I invite you to step over the threshold of a poem into the wonder of your own self.'
Read more:
http://www.utne.com/mind-body/healing-power-of-poetry-zm0z12sozros.aspx?newsletter=1&utm_content=09.26.12+Mind+and+Body&utm_campaign=2012+ENEWS&utm_source=iPost&utm_medium=email&page=3
Posted by: Félix E. F. Larocca, MD | Sep 26, 2012 9:35:37 AM
Nice poem - so hard to pull off the extended metaphor, but this does it perfectly. Thanks, Jim.
Posted by: Mike Cope | Sep 26, 2012 2:38:43 PM
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