i dreamed last night i was walking,
in the company of Robert Bly, and Diane di Prima...
down a stony path in the pitch black darkness.
we walked in silence... listening, just listening.
the wind rustled the tree limbs, sighing...
almost blowing out our lantern.
the spirits of animals, trees, and even the stones
beneath our feet.... testified!
a great haunting wave of peace blanketed us...
and i knew the path we were on to be the right one!
A brilliant poem! A great poem! A fantastic majestic read! Thank you
A great dream, and the things you could say to each other, a great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice to read, and a good poem