Robert Elwood Bly (Роберт Элвуд Блай)

Herons

After trailing their bony legs the herons dance
in their crystal house far up near the clouds.
I need you in sand, touching your hand I weep.
In another world I am clear and transparent.

1. Prayer for My Father

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