He comes here
by whatever way he can,
not too late,
not too soon.
He sits, waiting.
He doesn't know
why he should
have such a patience.
He sits at a table
on a chair.
He is comfortable
sitting there.
No one else
in this room,
no others, no expectations,
no sounds.
Had he walked
another way,
would he be here,
like they say.
Creeley is a modern master. He forces you to look at words differently and then forces you to rethink your own values. “For Love” is a unique book. The continuous irony is at times painful but accurate.
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Creeley is a modern master. He forces you to look at words differently and then forces you to rethink your own values. “For Love” is a unique book. The continuous irony is at times painful but accurate.