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A FORM OF WOMEN I have come far enough from where I was not before to have seen the things looking in at me from through the open door and have walked tonight by myself to see the moonlight and see it as trees and shapes more fearful because I feared what I did [...] THEY I wondered what had happened to the chords. There was a music, they were following a pattern. It was an intention perhaps. No field but they walk in it. No place without them, any discretion is useless. They want a time, they have a time, each one in his place, an endless arrival. — [...] AMERICA America, you ode for reality! Give back the people you took. Let the sun shine again on the four corners of the world you thought of first but do not own, or keep like a convenience. People are your own word, you invented that locus and term. Here, you said and say, is [...] OH NO If you wander far enough you will come to it and when you get there they will give you a place to sit for yourself only, in a nice chair, and all your friends will be there with smiles on their faces and they will likewise all have places. — Robert Creeley (1926 [...] Water Music The words are a beautiful music. The words bounce like in water. Water music, loud in the clearing off the boats, birds, leaves. They look for a place to sit and eat— no meaning, no point. From The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975. Copyright © 1983 by The Regents of the University [...] |
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