How David Did Not
Care
What does it mean to
live
As those before
Have lived? A field
Of boisterous men
And woman who lift,
Shouting, singing,
And dancing a sheaf
Of wheat up to the sun.
As those before
Have lived? A field
Of boisterous men
And woman who lift,
Shouting, singing,
And dancing a sheaf
Of wheat up to the sun.
When David danced for
joy,
We guess he did not care.
When David played
The Song of Degrees
On his lute, when he cried,
"My bones call out
From the depths," then we know
He did not care.
We guess he did not care.
When David played
The Song of Degrees
On his lute, when he cried,
"My bones call out
From the depths," then we know
He did not care.
For not to care is
this:
To love the orphans
And the fatherless,
To dance as we sink
Into the badger's grief,
To let the resonating
Box of the body sound,
Not to ask to be loved.
To love the orphans
And the fatherless,
To dance as we sink
Into the badger's grief,
To let the resonating
Box of the body sound,
Not to ask to be loved.
~ Robert Bly
~
(Meditations on the Insatiable
Soul)
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