Clemente’s Images (Robert Creeley Poems)
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, ...
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