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I adore this poem. It's so simple, unpretentious and pure -- the way I once was.

Dear Mr. Creeley,

I must apologize really --

I find that I DO like your poems,

unlike Charles Olson's tomes.

Mr. Creeley -- can you help me?

I need you to send this to "He."

I think you know who I mean.

It's high time that dope was seen.

I liked your "Rain" the best today,

but it's Christmas eve, so must away.

Time to light the pyramid fire

and stream with torches o'er the mire.

(Please Write back.)

I like it too, but I say it should be "cheer," not jeer. By the way, is Eggars a Scottish name, by any chance? Anyone know? Raise your hand.

most of creely's 'work' strikes me as having been jotted down in a notebook when he was stoned. but the most dissapointing thing is - there's somethring wrong when a poet gets to his 13th book. 'Echoes' is a vague and pointless excercise in poetic bull.
Had this book been submitted to a publisher by an unknown poet it would be thrown in the trash. for god's sake at least move on the short story