Minnesota poet Robert Bly reads the poem "Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River."

Poem is about Milan, Minnesota.

Transcript:

(00:00:00) I am driving it is dusk Minnesota the Stubblefield catches Alaska with of sun. The soybeans are breathing on all sides old men are sitting before their houses on car seats

(00:00:12) in the small towns.

(00:00:14) I am happy the Moon Rising above the Turkish heads the small world of the car plunges through the deep feelings of the night on the road from Wilmer to Milan. This Solitude covered with iron moves through the fields of night penetrated by the noise or crickets nearly to Milan suddenly a small bridge in water kneeling in the Moon Line in small towns. The houses are built right in the ground the lamp light falls on all

(00:00:42) fours in the grass.

(00:00:44) When I reach the river the full moon covers it

(00:00:48) a few people are talking low. in a boat