Old Story (Robert Creeley)

September 29, 2009

      from the Diary of Francis Kilvert

One bell wouldn’t ring loud enough.
So they beat the bell to hell, Max,
with an axe, to show it who’s boss,
boss. Me, I dreamt I dwelt in
some place one could relax
but I was wrong, wrong, wrong.
You got a song, man, sing it.
You got a bell, man, ring it.


Don Revell has a great little remembrance piece in the July/August issue of Poetry Magazine on Robert Creeley that has a bit of back story on this poem.

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