Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye
America
The Language
Water Music
* * *
Age

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.

AuthorRobert Creely
2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments