Wanting Sumptuous Heavens by Robert Bly
I feel like I’ve been reading a lot lately about how humans are the only beings who set such store on the past and future, rather than living in the moment. That could just be because I’ve been reading about dogs, but I still think it’s a valid point. I’ve read a number of Robert Bly’s translations, and heard him read a number of poems in Garrison Keillor’s Good Poems collection. I haven’t read much of his original poetry, though.
Wanting Sumptuous Heavens
By Robert Bly
No one grumbles among the oyster clans,
And lobsters play their bone guitars all summer.
Only we, with our opposable thumbs, want
Heaven to be, and God to come, again.
There is no end to our grumbling; we want
Comfortable earth and sumptuous Heaven.
But the heron standing on one leg in the bog
Drinks his dark rum all day, and is content.
