Monday, March 10, 2014

Robert Bly: "Gratitude to Old Teachers"













                     
                 When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake,
                 We place our feet where they have never been.
                 We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy.
                 Who is down there but our old teachers?

                 Water that once could take no human weight—
                 We were students then—holds up our feet,
                 And goes on ahead of us for a mile.
                 Beneath us the teachers, and around us the stillness.



"Gratitude to Old Teachers" by Robert Bly, from Eating the Honey of Words. © HarperCollins Publishers, 1999.

Photography credit: "Riding a horse across a frozen lake in the Pamir Mountains," by Matthieu Paley (originally color).

 

2 comments :

  1. For all the teachers that got me to this point...without falling through the frozen water....

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  2. For all the teachers that kept me from falling through the frozen water....

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