It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted.
The only things moving are swirls of snow.
As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron.
There is a privacy I love in this snowy night.
Driving around, I will waste more time.

—Robert Bly

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from Silence in the Snowy Fields, 1962
Wesleyan University Press, Middletown, Conn.

Copyright 1962 by Robert Bly.
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Reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press from Silence in the Snowy Fields. Copyright 1962 by Robert Bly. 

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    Robert Bly (1926-2021) is the author of over 30 poetry collections, including Like the New Moon I Will Live My Life (White Pine Press, 2015).

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