Robert Creeley Handouts UNM 1962. Directly to Bobbie Creeley in the Adobe Theater in Old Town, Albuquerque, but became acquainted with him in this class. Were in this class .

I be lost when not be found. I see a ghost that hears no sound. When all the mankind lay dead in their living,. It touches lost souls and spread its wing. Tells me a fable that dusty cloak,. Mesmerized; as it speaks I ask if it be a joke? It tells me;. Its the farmer who harvests the wrong,. And survival is for the weak and not the strong. You will fall short of glory,. And what fades will be your story. If you choose to act on morality,. What you achieve is mortality.

And here below is a link to the Archive. The youngest poet and the oldest in Poetry International 1973. They are here like us at Queribus. And at Peyrepertuse, fiddling with their. Camera batteries, dragging their red setters. Up congested spirals onto views. When they meet each other unexpectedly. Lose their fizz in about five seconds flat.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014. The Unimaginable Life and the Unfathomable Death. Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels so real. I guess you could say I have a call. I know she had some psychological issues, but what caused her to write such a poem? Is Plath really a Jew, or does she just associate herself as one in her poetry to show the depths of her pain? Is this a forewarning for her further attempts at suicide? To tell them from t.

This minutia renders the day. Its dreams having passed away. To the iron air buckling beneath. Of hope and the burden of grief. Where the face of my hours. And a vacuum within which. So slow the ripping of dreams. Dead leaves from my tree.

Our lives are just a fragment of the big picture. Let us humbly, and gratefully live t.