Review

Robert Creeley,
sage green crayon,
whose poetry
is Peter Pan,

whose voice might age,
be truth, but told:
against the grain,
does not get old.

By verse I mean
not to insult,
just to suggest
that magics jolt

thru such ample
space of words
that hold sudden,
timeless turns

thru the secret
world not so—
the not not secret
world of we know.

           —July 8, 2004