Hearing Bly Read

His words bubbled from the speakers as he bantered with the host, his voice coffee-warm with a Norwegian froth; he began reading in a tone one might use when granting deepest confidence— interrupting himself, making mid-poem commentary, repeating favorite stanzas—   and I knew again that I was fatherless, and I felt like a blind […]

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