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Thomas Molitor's avatar

Bly: "I've tried in prose poems to lift the sounds up /

I call sounds such as er/in/or "sound particles."

Here's Bly's prose-poem "A Hollow Tree":

I bend over an old hollow cottonwood stump, still standing, waist

high, and look inside. Early spring. Its Siamese temple walls are all

brown and ancient. The walls have been worked on by the intricate

ones. Inside the hollow walls there is privacy and secrecy, dim light.

And yet some creature has died there.

On the temple floor feathers, gray feathers, many of them with

a fluted white tip. Many feathers. In the silence many feathers.

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Bliss Grey's avatar

This is so close to home.

Thank you.

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