Friday, March 21, 2003

This morning I picked up a book - The Rag and Bone Shop of The Heart,
an anthology of poetry edited by Robert Bly, James Hillman and Michael Meade (1992)

I was amazed that the book opened to this poem, by Robert Bly:

To President Bush
At the Start of the Gulf War

This thin-lipped king with his helmeted head
Remembers the quirky fits of light
That tempt the cobra. No, the temper of the dove
Does not fit him; and nothing in the world
Can bring him to bless. He will not feed,
Nourish or help; and his rabbity hand
Lifted in the fading light of the hemlocks
Waves to them, gestures to the young to die.

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