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Robert Creeley Pieces you were always atsmall place of the pardon everything begun again it thinks on its own behalf--- I loved you driving driving space you made out of the heart colors of obliterating pleasure rock sun struck flat of water--- You said, like, teen-age kid come to L A to see the ocean, you walked down street, thought it was a hill, the Pacific---and on and on. Robert Creeley, Poet June 16, 1989 | |||||||
