I pulled my Norton Anthology off the shelf after reading, "For wisdom is more mobile than any motion; because of her pureness she pervades and penetrates all things. For she is a breath of the power of God . . . " (Wisdom of Solomon 7:24-25a). The motion reminded me of Robert Bly's "Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River". Here is the second stanza:
Reading Bly . . . The vast area and mystery of the "deep fields of the night" coupled with the close sound "of crickets". . . peaceful and warm, alone, but not lonely.
The small world of the car
Plunges through the deep fields of the night,
On the road from Willmar to Milan.
This solitude covered with iron
Moves through the fields of night
Penetrated by the noise of crickets.
Reading Bly . . . The vast area and mystery of the "deep fields of the night" coupled with the close sound "of crickets". . . peaceful and warm, alone, but not lonely.
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