Saturday, February 02, 2008

recurring poem #1

... first of a series of poems by (very significant) others, selected for properties of recurrence / return.

Robert Creeley: The Skeleton

The element in which they live,
the shell going outward until
it never can end, formless,
seen on a clear night as stars,
the term of life given them
to come back to, down to,
and then to be in

themselves only, only skin.

Robert Creeley (1926-2005)

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