Comme On Dit. Poem by Michael Walker

Comme On Dit.

Au-dessous de l'arbre sur
de l'herbe douce je me suis assis, J'ai

regarde deux piverts
heureux etre


troubles de ma presence. Et
pourquoi pas, me suis-je

demande, pourquoi
pas.

-'Like They Say'. Robert Creeley. 1962.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In Lehman's anthology, Donald Hall writes that Creeley is 'the master of the strange, stuttering line-break'.He certainly is.
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