What Things Want
You have to let things Occupy their own space. This room is small, But the green settee Likes to be here. The big marsh reeds, Crowding out the slough, Find the world good. You have to let things Be as they are. Who knows which of us Deserves the world more?
Copyright © 2012 by Robert Bly. Used with permission of the author.
Robert Bly was born on December 23, 1926, in Madison, Minnesota.
Date Published: 2012-02-06
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/what-things-want