I did however used to think, you know, in the woods walking, and as a kid playing in the woods, that there was a kind of immanence there โ that woods, and places of that order, had a sense, a kind of presence, that you could feel; that there was something peculiarly, physically present, a feeling of place almost conscious ... like God. It evoked that.
Robert CreeleyNo matter how wild reality was obviously often being, it was an absolutely secure place, as a tone and intelligence, and a thing happening.
Robert CreeleyI know this body is impatient. I know I constitute only a meager voice and mind. Yet I loved, I love. I want no sentimentality. I want no more than home.
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