A Poet Reflects

“I did however used to think, you know, in the woods walking, and as a kid playing in the woods, that there was a kind of immanence there—that woods, a place of order, had a sense, a kind of presence, that you could feel; that there was something peculiarly, physically present, a feeling of place almost conscious … like God. It evoked that.”

—Robert Creeley

Photograph: Matthias Heiderich, from White Noise collection