Robert Creeley PoetryThe pattern of the narrative never of necessity wants to end, it never has to. |
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Love
The thing comes
of itself (Look up to see the cat & the squirrel, the one torn, a red thing, & the other somehow immaculate
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Date: 11 February, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |