Saturday, February 2, 2008

yoshi oshi closer dream

2 comments:

Peter said...

Yo Oshi

WINTER VALENTINE

Sometimes when I’m reading
Robert Creeley it feels like I’m
really reading Robert Frost you
know the pine smoke maybe

and sometimes when I’m reading
Robert Frost I start sinking down
into my fifth grade seat in a dark
woods staring over at you

abstract as experience can be
lustful and forgiving and snowing
but your face is not ash

to me I brush my cheek
where I’ve kept you
where you slept.

W.B. Keckler said...

Creeley did move that direction later...

towards memory...pristine memory...

i like all the Robt Creeleys...

I like your poem.

All these times exist next to one another.

A library is a good metaphor for the human...even if you don't open the books.

If you just look at the books.