RIP ROBERT CREELEY.

I regret to report that Robert Creeley died this morning; I found out via Steve Silberman's MeFi post. I'll quote the poem that made such an impression on me when I first read it that I had to buy his Selected Poems:

Kore

As I was walking
  I came upon
chance walking
  the same road upon.

As I sat down
  by chance to move
later
  if and as I might,

light the wood was,
  light and green,
and what I saw
  before I had not seen.

It was a lady
  accompanied
by goat men
  leading her.

Her hair held earth.
  Her eyes were dark.
A double flute
  made her move.

"O love,
  where are you
leading
  me now?"

I expect wood s lot will have a memorial selection of links; look for it.