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It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood.

Robert Creeley

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Robert Creeley
Age: 78 †
Born: 1926
Born: May 21
Died: 2005
Died: March 30
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Arlington
Massachusetts
Bob Creeley
Creeley
Robert White Creeley
Going
Door
Echoes
Flower
Scent
Cutting
Wood
Doors
Flowers
Wall
Loneliness
Vision
Wild
Small
Woods
Hard
Brings

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