The dead made this world. We didn't make it. They made the poetry and the songs and the customs. — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
The world belongs primarily to the dead, and we only rent it from them for a little while. They created it, they wrote its literature and its songs, and they are deeply invested in how children are treated, because the… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
I use the phrase 'sibling society' to suggest a culture fundamentally without fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, or ancestors. The thinking is horizontal. — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
All of Japan once a year will get up on their rooftops, because that's the night that the shepherd boy from one side of… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
I got about half the time I wanted to write poetry. I got about half the time I needed to be a father. So… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve, I want to tie the two arms together, And walk out of the bank carrying… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
Rumi is astounding, fertile, abundant, almost more an excitable library of poetry than a person. — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
One could say the higher the spirit goes, the more deeply the soul sinks down into the waters of melancholy and tragedy. Drowning in… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
Don't go outside your house to see flowers. My friend, don't bother with that excursion. Inside your body there are flowers. One flower has… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
The models of adulthood are disappearing fast. How can two people have a new marriage if neither of them is an adult? — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
I have spent many years trying to recover a common language, one that can cross the distance between people. — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
One out of three black men are in the criminal justice system in some form. Their despair is beginning to resonate through the entire… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
Sociological prose is generally written without images in an exact form for an academic audience. — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
We spend our life until we’re twenty deciding what parts of ourself to put into the bag, and we spend the rest of our… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
