The Way
by Robert Creeley Somewhere in all the time that’s passed was a thing in mind became the evidence, the pleasure even in fact of being lost so quickly, simply that what it was could never last. Only knowing was measure … Continue reading
by Robert Creeley Somewhere in all the time that’s passed was a thing in mind became the evidence, the pleasure even in fact of being lost so quickly, simply that what it was could never last. Only knowing was measure … Continue reading