Monday, February 28, 2011

Excerpt from a poem by Robert Duncan

The great speckled bird who broods over the
Nest of souls, and her egg,
The dream in which all things are living,
I return to, leaving myself.

from 'Tribal Memories: Passages 1' in Bending the Bow
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