Conjunctions Literary Magazine
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In Memoriam
Robert Creeley
May 21, 1926 — March 30, 2005

PennSoumd file of Adrinne Rich reading this poem (go to bottom of page, poem 12)


As ever, death. Whenever, where. But it's

the drawn-together life we're finally

muted by. Must stand, regard as whole

what was still partial still

under revision. So it felt, so we thought.

Then to hear sweep

the scythe on grass

still witherless and sweet

[for R.C.]

—Adrienne Rich
April 2 2005