tags: robert creeley flowers poem
FLOWERS
-No knowledge rightly understood
can deprive us of the mirth of flowers. - Edward Dahlberg
No thing less that one thing
or more—
no sun
but sun—
or water but wetness found—
What truth is it
that makes men so miserable?
Days we die
are particular—
This life cannot be lived
apart from what it must forgive.
-Robert Creeley