Robert Creeley

Tulips and Vase

Seen by being nothing
Or space by absence --
White, the echo of dimension --
Or where it's gone?

Now the habit of holding
The image, of unfolding
Flowers, memory of something
Where it once was.

Then back to place
It all in an elegant glass --
Apparent in its place,
In its own white emptiness.


Tulips and Vase


The 2River View
3_3 (Spring 1999)