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For love - I would split open your head and put a candle in behind the eyes.

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
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Robert White Creeley
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