The Rose
Robert Creeley
Into one's self come in again,
here as if ever now to once again begin
with beauty's old, old problem never-ending--
Go, lovely rose... So was that story told
in some extraordinary place then, once upon a time
.....[so old
it seems an echo now as it again unfolds.
I point to me to look out at the world.
I see the white, white petals of this rose unfold.
I know such beauty in the world grows cold.
The 2River View, 2_2 (Winter 1997)
