Talking on the telephone with Robert Bly
The man, possibly in a black coat
or living in two worlds,
returns my call:
an old and courteous voice
sounding across the silence
of snowy fields.
This poem was inspired by conversations with Robert Bly in 1995. His encouragement was very important at the time, and his translations of Neruda and Vallejo were a genuine inspiration in my own work. I recently learned with great sadness that this powerful imagination has been stilled by Alzhiemer’s disease.