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Monday, 1 April 2013

Robert Creeley: One Day (A Poetry Comic by Nora Sawyer)


Robert Creeley: One Day (A Poetry Comic), from Nora Sawyer, 31 March 2013 ("All of these photos are from my morning ferry ride to work" -- N.S.)

R.C.: One Day, from Thirty Things, 1974


TC said...

Bob wrote this lovely little poem when we were neighbors in a small coastal town just over the hill from where Nora took these pictures and made this wonderful poetry comic. The days sometimes don't seem to make sense -- this grey, drippy one one for example... until just now. And then, click. Perfect.

Saved the day!

Dalriada said...

Ferries Robert Creeley + some Whitman



Yes, on a soggy Monday, "One day after another . . . They all fit." --


light coming into fog against invisible
ridge, song sparrow calling from branch
in foreground, wave sounding in channel

line for line, line at left
given darker hatching

opens itself, more luminous
than not, in the open

grey rain cloud against shadowed ridge,
lines of waves breaking across channel

Nora said...

Grey and drippy indeed.

TC said...

grey rain cloud against shadowed ridge,
lines of waves breaking across channel

(The blue view from the good ferry!)

Dalriada said...

my apologies find the above reading here

Dalriada said...

Sorry to say it is sunny here with a brisking breeze

Nora said...

Dalriada, that's fantastic. Thank you for the link!

Dalriada said...

I came across it a while back Nora when listening to a lecture by RC I thought that it might be apposite I was very touched by RC's very emotional reading of Whitman
I love that about him His willingness to show his feelings

Wooden Boy said...

And there's such a breadth of feeling. The show's always worth the going.

You've framed the days perfectly, Nora. They all fit too.

charles said...

RC fits all, all fits, indeed.

TC said...

Chuck, I wonder if you happen to have seen Ann and Ken Mikkolowski's 1972 Alternative Press postcard upon which this poem first saw the light?

A classic bit of publishing, poem and available space, a perfect fit.