The Barn In the flickering light of twilight, I swept my arms towards the fields, toward the sky, my heart expanding like a barn door. And there came a whisper in the rustling leaves, a secret nature had kept, waiting for my own ears.
- Robert Bly
The Barn In the flickering light of twilight, I swept my arms towards the fields, toward the sky, my heart expanding like a barn door. And there came a whisper in the rustling leaves, a secret nature had kept, waiting for my own ears.