08 March 2009

Two Poems*

Robert Creeley

America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.

Let the sun shine again
on the four corners of the world

you thought of first but do not
own, or keep like a convenience.

People are your own word, you
invented that locus and term.

Here, you said and say, is
where we are. Give back

what we are, these people you made,
us, and nowhere but you to be.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sit Down
Robert Creeley

Behind things
or in front of them,
always a goddamn
adamant number stands

up and shouts,
I'm here, I'm Here!
- Sit down.
* From Robert Creeley. Selected Poems, 1945-2005 (University of California, 2008), pages 132, 168.

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