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Dream 6-25-15

June 29, 2015

Robert Bly [who shows up in my dreams every now and then—always at his age when I met him, in his fifties] was visiting me in my house in the country. He looked at a poem that I was working on, but didn’t say anything. Then he organized a poetry reading, held in a clearing of the woods, up the lane a ways from the house, near the barn. He did most of the reading, but a lot of other people read too. It was a mild, beautiful, summer evening.

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