In celebration of the new Selected Poems of Robert Creeley edited by Benjamin Friedlander, here is a kind of rare catharsis poem by Creeley--though the fact that it's a dream should not be forgotten, that we must wake to the fright again and again.
"For No Clear Reason" by Robert Creeley
I dreamt last night
the fright was over, that
the dust came, and then water,
and women and men, together
again, and all was quiet
in the dim moon’s light.
A paean of such patience—
laughing, laughing at me,
and the days extend over
the earth’s great cover,
grass, trees, and flower-
ing season, for no clear reason.
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