Four Days In Vermont (Robert Creeley Poem)
Window's tree trunk's predominant face a single eye-leveled hole where limb's torn off another larger contorts to swell growing in ...
Window's tree trunk's predominant face a single eye-leveled hole where limb's torn off another larger contorts to swell growing in ...
Having begun in thought there in that factual embodied wonder what was lost in the emptied lovers patience and mind ...
As I was walking I came upon chance walking the same road upon. As I sat down by chance to ...
Whereas the man who hits the gong dis- proves it, in all its simplicity -- Even so the attempt makes ...
For love-I would split open your head and put a candle in behind the eyes. Love is dead in us ...
My love's manners in bed are not to be discussed by me, as mine by her I would not credit ...
I approach with such a careful tremor, always I feel the finally foolish question of how it is, then, supposed ...
You send me your poems, I'll send you mine. Things tend to awaken even through random communication Let us suddenly ...
I had wanted a quiet testament and I had wanted, among other things, a song. That was to be of ...
What I took in my hand grew in weight. You must understand it was not obscene. Night comes. We sleep. ...
Comes the time when it's later and onto your table the headwaiter puts the bill, and very soon after rings ...
for Mark Peters Not just nothing, Not there's no answer, Not it's nowhere or Nothing to show for it - ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
As I sd to my friend, because I am always talking,--John, I sd, which was not his name, the darkness ...
Looking to the sea, it is a line of unbroken mountains. It is the sky. It is the ground. There ...
What, younger, felt was possible, now knows is not - but still not chanted enough - Walked by the sea, ...
Seeing is believing. Whatever was thought or said, these persistent, inexorable deaths make faith as such absent, our humanness a ...
My lady fair with soft arms, what can I say to you-words, words as if all worlds were there. (Robert ...
America, you ode for reality! Give back the people you took. Let the sun shine again on the four corners ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
I have come far enough from where I was not before to have seen the things looking in at me ...
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, ...
The words are a beautiful music. The words bounce like in water. Water music, loud in the clearing off the ...
She stood at the window. There was a sound, a light. She stood at the window. A face. Was it ...
The thing comes of itself (Look up to see the cat & the squirrel, the one torn, a red thing, ...
All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quite, persistent rain. What am I to myself ...
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