Robert Creeley

(1926-2005 / Arlington, Massachusetts)

The Mirror

Poem by Robert Creeley

Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,

these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,

our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.

Whatever the hope,
here it is lost.

Because we coveted our difference,
here is the cost.

Comments about The Mirror by Robert Creeley

  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (8/25/2019 8:54:00 PM)

    I like this poem. Thee mirror can be a difficult thing to look into,
    'because we coveted our difference'.(Report)Reply

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  • Patrick Bois (1/16/2009 1:04:00 AM)

    Brilliant, like pills melting on an angry tongue!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003