How much I love you. The night is wet.
The air is still, just like when I love you.
Loving you is not every night.
Come back like a star, and sometimes a cloud comes out.
The night is humid, nourishing your soul.
Let everything around you survive.
I saw you bring the plants in tonight.
On the grass, keep them from the cold.
Sometimes | sneak behind the door so that.
| I won't be called, so let's go.
Curled up on an underground sandbar, uncertain.
If someone in my family can love.
Your voice is open water under the stars.
Collect from abundant rainwater and go to the lowlands.
The night is wet and the ground is wet.
The air is still and the trees are silent. I love you tonight.
Brief introduction of the author
Robert bly was born in Minnesota and graduated from Harvard University. During World War II, he served in the United States Navy. He lived in the rural area of western Minnesota for a long time, and made a living by submitting articles, managing publications and reciting poems. He deliberately gave up the university teaching opportunities that many American poets were willing to pursue, and thought that only by living in a hard rural area could he get close to the masses and nature and bring rich life materials to his poetry creation.