GREY SPARROW JOURNAL Spring 2010

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Special Guest Poet 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
 
 
 
 
THE WATER TANK 

It's late fall, and the box-elder leaves are gone.
Snow falls on the horses among their hay bales
And on the water tank overturned for winter.
The horses bend their necks toward the white ground to eat.

-Robert Bly
 
 
 
 
 
 
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