Trees
breathing
air.
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
i-iii
Selected Poems
University of California Press, 1991©
oh! Merci for this lovely dedication. I love it.
ReplyDeleteI am going to write to you by email, it would be more appropriate.
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
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