I came across T-chan, age 7, reading Robert Bly’s book, Morning Poems. He read silently, his mouth shaping out the words. It’s the first time I ever noticed him reading one of my books.
It makes me wonder what else he has been reading when I wasn’t around. I am so proud of him.
A line from the poem “For Ruth” that he was reading:
‘And I’ve learned from you this new way of letting a poem be.’