I regret to report that Robert Creeley died this morning; I found out via Steve Silberman‘s MeFi post. I’ll quote the poem that made such an impression on me when I first read it that I had to buy his Selected Poems:
Kore
As I was walking
I came upon
chance walking
the same road upon.As I sat down
by chance to move
later
if and as I might,light the wood was,
light and green,
and what I saw
before I had not seen.It was a lady
accompanied
by goat men
leading her.Her hair held earth.
Her eyes were dark.
A double flute
made her move.“O love,
where are you
leading
me now?”
I expect wood s lot will have a memorial selection of links; look for it.
Oh, damn.
His Day Book were riffs beyond the standand Billy Collins easy. Yet they were…easy. Robert Creeley has always been true to his work. No wonder I have to search to find the news of his death.
Dig it! and Onward!
I miss him too. Memoriam at my blog Crackpot Chronicles
comments welcome
I envy you your memories of him.