The Pattern Poem by Robert Creeley

The Pattern



As soon as
I speak, I
speaks. It


wants to
be free but
impassive lies


in the direction
of its
words. Let


x equal x, x
also
equals x. I


speak to
hear myself
speak? I


had not thought
that some-
thing had such


undone. It
was an idea
of mine.

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Robert Creeley

Robert Creeley

Arlington, Massachusetts
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