A Month Of Happiness - Poem by Robert Bly
A blind horse stands among cherry trees.
And bones shine from cool earth.
The heart leaps
Almost up to the sky! But laments
And filaments pull us back into the dark.
Night takes us. But
Comes out of the dark
To light the road. I'll be all right.
I follow my own fiery traces through the night.
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