Myself

What, younger, felt

was possible, now knows

is not - but still

not chanted enough -

Walked by the sea,

unchanged in memory -

evening, as clouds

on the far-off rim

of water float,

pictures of time,

smoke, faintness -

still the dream.

I want, if older,

still to know

why, human, men

and women are

so torn, so lost,

why hopes cannot

find better world

than this.

Shelley is dead and gone,

who said,

"Taught them not this -

to know themselves;

their might could not repress

the mutiny within,

And for the morn

of truth they feigned,

deep night

Caught them ere evening . . ."

~ Robert Creeley

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Looking back, you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life, and that person was you. It is not too late to become that person again. ~ Robert Brault

Myself

What, younger, felt

was possible, now knows

is not - but still

not chanted enough -

Walked by the sea,

unchanged in memory -

evening, as clouds

on the far-off rim

of water float,

pictures of time,

smoke, faintness -

still the dream.

I want, if older,

still to know

why, human, men

and women are

so torn, so lost,

why hopes cannot

find better world

than this.

Shelley is dead and gone,

who said,

"Taught them not this -

to know themselves;

their might could not repress

the mutiny within,

And for the morn

of truth they feigned,

deep night

Caught them ere evening . . ."

~ Robert Creeley

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Looking back, you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life, and that person was you. It is not too late to become that person again. ~ Robert Brault

A Form Of Women

I have come far enough

from where I was not before

to have seen the things

looking in at me from through the open door

and have walked tonight

by myself

to see the moonlight

and see it as trees

and shapes more fearful

because I feared

what I did not know

but have wanted to know.

My face is my own, I thought.

But you have seen it

turn into a thousand years.

I watched you cry.

I could not touch you.

I wanted very much to

touch you

but could not.

If it is dark

when this is given to you,

have care for its content

when the moon shines.

My face is my own.

My hands are my own.

My mouth is my own

but I am not.

Moon, moon,

when you leave me alone

all the darkness is

an utter blackness,

a pit of fear,

a stench,

hands unreasonable

never to touch.

But I love you.

Do you love me.

What to say

when you see me.

~ Robert Creeley

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Lovely female shapes are terrible complicators of the difficulties and dangers of this earthly life, especially for their owners. ~ George du Maurier

A Form Of Women

I have come far enough

from where I was not before

to have seen the things

looking in at me from through the open door

and have walked tonight

by myself

to see the moonlight

and see it as trees

and shapes more fearful

because I feared

what I did not know

but have wanted to know.

My face is my own, I thought.

But you have seen it

turn into a thousand years.

I watched you cry.

I could not touch you.

I wanted very much to

touch you

but could not.

If it is dark

when this is given to you,

have care for its content

when the moon shines.

My face is my own.

My hands are my own.

My mouth is my own

but I am not.

Moon, moon,

when you leave me alone

all the darkness is

an utter blackness,

a pit of fear,

a stench,

hands unreasonable

never to touch.

But I love you.

Do you love me.

What to say

when you see me.

~ Robert Creeley

________________________

Lovely female shapes are terrible complicators of the difficulties and dangers of this earthly life, especially for their owners. ~ George du Maurier