Planting trees out of the grief In Memoriam Robert Creeley
Whilst thinking about Rob I started to read his poems during day and night. I couldn't stop reading. They feel so self-reflective, I would have loved to talk about those poems with him and show him mine. Without knowing how he wrote I wrote similar in the past. Our connection. Sure, they have not such line-breaks but the topics are similar. About nothing, places, memories and thoughts.
Here is another one of Rob's: