Robert Creeley

I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door
...

Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,

these persistent, inexorable deaths
...

America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.

Let the sun shine again
...

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.
...

As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,--John, I
...

for Mark Peters

Not just nothing,
Not there's no answer,
...

I approach with such
a careful tremor, always
I feel the finally foolish
...

You send me your poems,
I'll send you mine.

Things tend to awaken
...

For love-I would
split open your head and put
a candle in
behind the eyes.
...

The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce like in water.

Water music,
...

Whereas the man who hits
the gong dis-
proves it, in all its
simplicity --
...

Looking to the sea, it is a line
of unbroken mountains.

It is the sky.
...

My love's manners in bed
are not to be discussed by me,
as mine by her
I would not credit comment upon gracefully.
...

The thing comes
of itself

(Look up
...

What, younger, felt
was possible, now knows
is not - but still
not changed enough -
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As I was walking
I came upon
chance walking
the same road upon.
...

I had wanted a quiet testament
and I had wanted, among other things,
a song.
That was to be
...

My lady
fair with
soft
arms, what
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What I took in my hand
grew in weight. You must
understand it
was not obscene.
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1)

Sleeping birds, lead me,
soft birds, be me
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