in which its the triumphant return of the clingfilm sky

[wildbluesky]

with partial credit to prof. steve finley
driving toward the lac qui parle river
                robert bly

I
I am driving; it is dusk; Minnesota.
The stubble field catches the last growth of sun.
The soybeans are breathing on all sides.
Old men are sitting before their houses on car seats
In the small towns. I am happy,
The moon rising above the turkey

Comments

[iolanthe_rosa]

She lives!

Lovely poem. Thank you.

[fambrena]

Hurray for feeling poetical. :) (I've caught the bug too recently).

You are a lovely poet... this reminds me of what Venice was at night.

[fambrena]

Which is both weird and cool, as this is set entirely in Minnesota, correct?

[wildbluesky]

it is, but i so did not write this! its robert bly, a modern american poet, who you should definitely read if you enjoy the likes of james wright, etc. im here in minnesota visiting a friend who is graduating from carleton college...we were on a bus last night driving through the landscape as the sun was setting and i was reminded again of this poem. i composed a little something in my head as well...maybe ill post it when i get home to dc - we're driving there so perhaps it will get a bit longer and we pass through more and more of the american midwest...i never really appreciated it before.

[fambrena]

Please do post! :)

I'm going to have to read some Bly, too...