BY 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 sheds.II The small world of the carPlunges through the deep fields of the night, On the road from Willmar to Milan. This solitude covered with ironMoves through the fields of nightPenetrated by the noise of crickets.III Nearly to Milan, suddenly a small bridge,And water kneeling in the moonlight.In small towns...
September 23, 2015
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Berlalu
Katanya kita tidak serasi.Lalu aku berlalu pergi.Mencari bahagiaku sendiri. Jauh sudah aku berjalan.Terasa dipanggil dari kejauhan. Kau yang pinta aku berlalu,bila menjauh, kau minta aku mendekat. Apa yang kau mahu?Biarkan aku.Biarkan aku.Kau dan aku,katanya tidak mungkin akan bersama.Jadi,apa yang kau mahu? Biarkan aku.Biarkan aku.Aku bahagia disini.Aku bahagia sendir...
September 15, 2015
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