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 [...]]]> 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

But I love you.
Do you love me.
What to say
when you see me.

  — Robert Creeley (1926 – 2005), American poet.

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.

  — [...]]]> THEY

I wondered what had
happened to the chords.
There was a music,

have a time, each
one in his place, an
endless arrival.

  — Robert Creeley (1926 – 2005), American poet.

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 [...]]]>

AMERICA

America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.

what we are, these people you made,
us, and nowhere but you to be.

  — Robert Creeley (1926 – 2005), American poet, author, professor.

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 [...]]]>

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 – 2005), American poet, author, professor.

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 [...]]]>

Water Music

The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce like in water.

no meaning,
no point.

From The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975. Copyright © 1983 by The Regents of the University of California. All rights reserved. Reprinted without permission.