Robert Bly reads to a packed house

It was only at the very end of the evening, when Robert Bly read a poem by his longtime friend Tomas Tranströmer, that he grew animated, his voice dipping and swaying, gaining in power. He crisply enunciated the words, added that famous little Bly twist, and looked straight out at the crowd.

Up until then, he had been a bit subdued, reading aloud softly from his new book, "Airmail: The Letters of Robert Bly and Tomas Tranströmer," not looking up. He launched the book Tuesday evening at the American Swedish Institute in Minneapolis, reading aloud some of the letters he had written to Tranströmer in the 1960s and 70s and 80s. Roland Thorstensson of Gustavus Adolphus College read the Tranströmer replies. The room was packed, 300 people there to listen to three dignified and serious men on stage--Bly, Thorstensson, and poet Thomas R. Smith, who spent ten years editing the collection, which was published this month by Minneapolis' Graywolf Press. Do not think he spent the full decade on the book, Smith told the crowd in his opening remarks. "The manuscript languished half-finished in a drawer until October 2011, when Tomas Tranströmer won the Nobel Prize for literature--after which I worked on it furiously." Jeff Shotts, Graywolf Press's executive editor, called Smith a "tireless, passionate poet and editor," noting that in the course of his research Smith had discovered among the letters a Tranströmer poem that had never been published. "I can't tell you what a remarkable moment that was," Shotts said.

Later in the evening Bly and Thorstensson read that poem, "Conflict," Bly reading it in English, Thorstensson in Swedish. But the night really belonged to Bly, 86, a man whose "contributions to global literature cannot be exaggerated," Shotts said. His famous mane of white hair is shorter, and he was a little shaky mounting the steps to the stage, but his voice remains sweet and nasal and—especially when he read poetry—strong and true. The letters, sometimes teasing, sometimes serious, always affectionate, reflect the close friendship between the two poets. They touched on life in the country (both in Minnesota and in Sweden), the Vietnam war, Lyndon Johnson, and their own work. Getting published in Bly's magazine, The Sixties, Transtromer wrote, is "fully comparable to arriving in Valhalla and drinking beer with the heroes." At the end of the evening, Shotts read one last letter—a note written Monday by Tranströmer and sent, this time, by e-mail rather than airmail. "Robert, we both have reached that time in life when we must avoid the really long trips," Tranströmer wrote. "That's why I am not right now by your side as our letters are opened in Minneapolis for everyone to read. But, as always, I await a spirited letter from you about this evening." He ended with a postscript, congratulating Bly on receiving the Robert Frost Medal, the highest award from the Poetry Society of America. Bly and his wife, Ruth, will travel to New York later this week for the ceremony. And as Bly sat quietly in his chair on the stage, the 300 people in the room rose to their feet, and applauded.