• It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood.

    Robert Creeley: It is hard going to the door
cut so small in the wall where
the vision which echoes loneliness
brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood.
    Robert Creeley (1982). “The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975”, p.199, Univ of California Press