A Poet Reflects

July 23, 2012 with 71 notes
        tags: Distance. Robert Creeley. poetry. Words.

Hadn’t I been
aching, for you, 
seeing the

light there, such
shape as
it makes.

The bodies
fall, have
fallen, open.

Isn’t it such
a form one
wants, the warmth

as sun
light on you.

—Robert Creeley, from section 1 of “Distance” in Words (Perishable Press, 1965), enlarged as Words New York (Scribners, 1967)

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