Looking to the sea, it is a line
of unbroken mountains.
It is the sky.
It is the ground. There
we live it, on it.
It is a mist
now tangent to another
quiet. Here the leaves
come, there
is the rock in evidence
or evidence.
What I come to do
is partial, partially kept.
(Robert Creeley)
More Poetry from Robert Creeley:
- Other (Robert Creeley Poem)
- Kore (Robert Creeley Poem)
- Four Days In Vermont (Robert Creeley Poem)
- The Carnival (Robert Creeley Poem)
- The Warning (Robert Creeley Poem)
- The Way (Robert Creeley Poem)