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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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OUR NATIONAL TREASURE
 
Robert Bly
 
 
“Mr. Bly’s poems name delicate, humble things, and at the same time describe man assuming his existence,
beginning over again the test of illusions. At the end of each poem there is silence, without complaint.”
 
      Wallace Fowlie
 New York Times Book Review



IT'S MORNING AGAIN

                     [For Bridget]
 
It's morning again.  Last night I spent hours
In a dream, and I had to keep silent,
As if we were visiting crickets or nuns.

It's a good morning.  The cat sleeps all day
Under the lilac bush, and scholars go on
Discovering new maps of Constantinople.

My daughter has found that her girlish things
Were all moonshine.  Now she has a baby.
She is the sun and the baby is asleep.

                                -Robert Bly







Toddler at Play,Joe Cartwright