605 West Stuart Drive, Galax, VA
john updike RIP
3 poems by Robert Creeley
THE BUSINESS
To be in love is like going out-
side to see what kind of day
it is. Do not
mistake me. If you love
her how prove she
loves also, except that it
occurs, a remote chance on
which you stake
yourself? But barter for
the Indian was a means of sustenance.
There are records.
THE FLOWER
I think I grow tensions
like flowers
in a wood where
nobody goes.
Each wound is perfect,
encloses itself in a tiny
imperceptible blossom,
making pain.
Pain is a flower like that one,
like this one,
like that one,
like this one.
I KNOW A MAN
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,--John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ's sake, look
out where yr going.
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