A Night in December
--Robert Bly

On this windy December night two children lost their way.
“Birds ate the womb-shaped seeds we dropped in the moonlight”
(“You know we left so early the moon was still out.”)
“Come in, do not be frightened, children.”

How odd that I feel a connection between the feminine
And this windy December night! Or is it the feminine?
When Paris took Helen away, he kept the moon in a pouch.
Inside the salmon’s stomach, the cook finds the weeding ring.

“Come in, do not be frightened, children!”
Why do men need this fear? Some are torn in pieces,
Other men lengthen out years on islands.
This night calls: men will die for this night.

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