The Mourning Dove's Call
for Peggy and Frank
The mourning dove's call woke me
In the still night, when it was still night
To me. Those sounds were older even
Than the box radio, and they said,
"Your mother is walking along the road.
I saw your dead father last night
Near the cottonwood grove."
I slept all night in a house with dear
Friends asleep in a neighboring room.
The call woke me in the still night.
Talking into the Ear of a Donkey
W. W. Norton
Copyright © 2011 by Robert Bly
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