That poetry survived in its formal agencies finally, and that prose survived to get something said. — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
I don’t think any man writing can worry about what the act of writing costs him, even though at times he is… — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
Writing is the same as music. It’s in how you phrase it, how you hold back the note, bend it, shape it,… — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
Suddenly the whole imagination of writing and editorial and newspaper and all these presumptions about who am I reading this, and who… — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
What a great thing! To be a writer! Words are something you can carry in your head. You can really 'travel light.' — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
There are a lot of editorials that have nothing to do with anything like that. But I was just thinking of that… — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
I will go to the garden. I will be a romantic. I will sell myself in hell, in heaven also I will be. — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
God give you pardon from gratitude and other mild forms of servitude. — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
The Lady has always moved to the next town and you stumble on after Her. — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
Moon, moon, when you leave me alone all the darkness is an utter blackness, a pit of fear, a stench, hands unreasonable never to… — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
All of which was OK, as that proved then, I certainly wouldn't contradict it as a necessary sense of things. — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
That poetry survived in its formal agencies finally, and that prose survived to get something said. — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
He lives out in Orchard Park. I mean, to be able to sit on the bench so patiently, for whatever part, and to be… — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
Comes the time when it's later and onto your table the headwaiter puts the bill — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
It's the classic story form. All staying equal, or proving equal, or being equal, this will all continue, and the next time around, we'll… — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent of wild… — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
