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October 28, 1968
Dear Ms. Boyd,
First let me thank you...and Jane...for sending me a copy of I Play Flute.
I had a copy of the private edition, but lost it or lent it and have often wondered whether it would ever be replaced.
Reading these poems brings back the sorts of memories one wants to remember and repress together;Lremember, for they recall a cleaner, more exact moment of movement, when good and evil stood opposed; forget, for those were dream days, and we dreamed through them half asleep, dreading awakening.
It was partly the "awful apparatus" Jane Stembridge writes of in "The Flute" that woke us from our dream. Those who lived even on the edge of the movement at that time will remember it and long for it as a time, as Jane writes, "when people didn't fuss at each other and so many of them loved flowers."
We never found the flute.
Sincerely,
Julian Bond
Ms. Alda Lee Body
Publicity Director
The Seabury Press
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