![]() ![]() And when he took his final breath it was with a choral hallelujah." "We played Chopin all the day before, and literally all his children were around him. "He had no pain," said his daughter, Mary Bly. The National Book Award-winning poet died at his Minneapolis home Sunday, just a month before his 95th birthday, with most of his family in attendance. He went on to shake up the complacent world of 1950s poetry, rail against war, bring international poets to Western readers and become a best-selling author helping men get in touch with their feelings. Robert Bly started out writing bucolic poems about rural Minnesota.
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