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The graceful/less aging of Robert Bly,
This review is from: My Sentence Was a Thousand Years of Joy: Poems (Paperback)
I doubt Robert Bly cares what the critics think of him any more, if he ever concerned himself with such things. The monolithic left excoriated him long ago.. I didn't say "dismissed him", because if that had been the case, they would never have bothered to respond to his call for a new order of men, if you will. His position as unchallenged guru of the men's movement, if not it's founder, remains secure all these years later. All the while, his poetry retains a gentleness and grace that many feminists might think inconsistent with the cartoon figure they love to hate. I don't think they understand that Bly loves women, or is that the biggest problem of all? In any event, the poems of this latest book seem to spin a mystical, almost dreamlike thread, even as they bless mother earth. Bly is secure in his own 80 year old skin... secure in that quiet, Gary Cooper sort of way. He never looked like the hero of High Noon, but he always tried to show men (and all humans) how they might better appreciate their lives and relationships, how they too might become heros....