Poems by Robert Creeley
After Frost
... no sounds. Had he walked ...
Inside My Head
... in some extraordinary place then, once upon a time so old ...
The Rescue
... Distance comes in from the foreground ...
The End
... I have no purpose no longer distinguishable ...
The Pattern
... speak? I had not thought ...
One Day
... One day after another&mdash ...
Self-Portrait
... ll stand on his own dwindling legs ...
The Door (I)
... In December we change, not multiplied but dispersed, ...
The Sentence
... a demonstration that it must ...
