After Long Busyness (1971) Robert Bly I start out for a walk at last after weeks at the desk. Moon gone, plowing underfoot, no stars, not a trace of light! Suppose a horse were galloping toward me in this open field? Every day I did not spend in solitude was wasted. -- p2: defenestrate --

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