For Love of Robert Creeley

I've been reading and listening to the poetry of Robert Creeley all afternoon. Relieved to find I still have an important little volume of his work, I found his voice all over the internet and You Tube.
He'd like that. I do.

Robert Creeley - A Form Of Women.mp3

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