robert creeley

• en sevdiğim şiiri "as we sit" olan black mountain şairi.
  
  "one time in conversation with allen ginsberg late at night, when we ere both in vancouver in 1963, he very generously said to me, you don't have to worry so much about writing a "bad" poem. you can afford to now."
  
  ---
  
  there is a long
  stretch of sky
  before us. the road
  
  goes out to the channeş
  of water. birds
  fly in the faintly
  
  white sky. a sound
  shuffles over
  and over, shifting
  
  sand and
  water. a wind
  blows steadily
  
  as we sit.
  
  ---
  
  (en son 2005'te yazılmış entry'e "nazire")
  .
  .
  .
  fill, fill.
  i heard words
  and words full
  
  of holes
  aching. speech
  is a mouth.
  
  ---
  
  ayrıca
  (bkz: every day/@pillowlust)
  
  yeni eklendi:
  (bkz: the flower)