Monday, April 25, 2011

I wonder if my Sobranie might be a little strong for the Nocturne

for Joss


 No longer
 closely here
 no longer.

 Fire still burning
 in heart. People
 move in the oak brush.
 Day widens,
 music in the room.
 Think it's back
 where you left it?
 Think, think 
 of nothing.

Robert Creeley
Up in the Air
Selected Poems
University of California Press, 1991©


  1. oh! Merci for this lovely dedication. I love it.
    I am going to write to you by email, it would be more appropriate.

  2. I was grateful for your support at a turning point in the page and I was fortunate to have only guessed upon a proper acknowledgment. E-mail is never inappropriate, yet where possible I prefer to permit readers a place to meet each other here. Thanks again to you. L