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The clipped,
Broken

What use is such unfinished verse, what does matter with coffee breath, a taillight out and a strange dream about a girl once dated?

Bobbie--take me away, perhaps to Indiana. Jon just read these poems, purchased last week in Syracuse. The elegy for the author's mother bruised me. I can't admit to similar damage elsewhere in the collection. Somehow this Bobbie onetime muse of Creeley eases into the sidelong, a refrain echoes rainfall and a tossed comment bleeds detail. The reader is free to ponder and unlace. ( )

I'm not big on reading poetry, especially 20th century works. I have to admit, though, that Creeley offers up some thoughtful, well-crafted poems. I would never have picked this book up had it not been assigned reading, but I found some jewels in it that I enjoyed. ( )

I love Creeley. Plus, he's the one that first turned me on to Thelonious Monk. For which I love him all the more.

Favorite poem: "I Know a Man." ( )