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Robert Bly
My dear children, do you remember the morning …
The Fathers put their trust in the end of the world …
There is so much sweetness in children’s voices, …
Your head is still …
There is something men and women living in houses …
It started about noon. On top of Mount Batte, …
The drum says that the night we die will be a long night. …
Inside the veins there are navies setting forth, …
No one grumbles among the oyster clans, …
In late September many voices …