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 CreeleySuddenly the whole imagination of writing and editorial and newspaper and all these presumptions about who am I reading this, and who else other people may be, and all that, it's so grimly brutal!
Robert CreeleyWriting is the same as music. Itโs in how you phrase it, how you hold back the note, bend it, shape it, then release it. And what you donโt play is as important as what you do say.
Robert Creeley