The End Poem by Robert Creeley

The End



When I know what people think of me
I am plunged into my loneliness. The grey

hat bought earlier sickens.
I have no purpose no longer distinguishable.

A feeling like being choked
enters my throat.

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Robert Creeley

Robert Creeley

Arlington, Massachusetts
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