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.
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.