A Poem for 2017 and Every Year That Follows
For his wonderful collection of short, imaginative poems from world literature, called The Sea and the Honeycomb, Robert Bly rewrote Frances Desmore’s translation of a Chippewa poem. And I think that it’s crucial to notice, in these days of promoting esteem for a misconceived and egotistical “self,” that the poem’s last line does not read “I am flying”:
Sometimes I walk about pitying myself,
and all the time
I am being carried on great winds across the sky.
Posted on January 8, 2017, in Creative Power, The Artist's Life, Writing and Literature and tagged creativity, ego, inspiration, life, photography, poem, poetry, prayer, self, spirit, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.