Robert Creeley

(1926-2005 / United States)

Somewhere - Poem by Robert Creeley

The galloping collection of boards
are the house which I afforded
one evening to walk into
just as the night came down.

Dark inside, the candle
lit of its own free will, the attic
groaned then, the stairs
led me up into the air.

From outside, it must have seemed
a wonder that it was
the inside he as me saw
in the dark there.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

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