Robert Creeley [2010]

ventured this in earnest  
sublimated a stark compression

     

enticed across 
sprawled leaf of Maximus

          edified afield

through an eminence West     he was       
composing a projective eye

     

for New Mexico and love
a succession of subtle quests

          ends left ending

an echoed temper     fragile
finding rooms of morning

upon dried porch planks
as homes became

          broken in and out of

a cinched existentialist I
in common terms

approaching a margin     later
rhythms realigned

          initiating connection

in intimations of closure
a decisive mark remained

     

impressed a want in me     as
If I Were Writing This

          to my final safety