Poetry in Motion
Quiet as is proper for such places;
The street, subdued, half-snow, half-rain,
Endless, but ending in the darkened doors.
Inside, they who will be there always,
Quiet as is proper for such people—
Enough for now to be here, and
To know my door is one of these.
From The Selected Poems of Robert Creeley. Copyright © 1991 by The Regents of the University of California. Reprinted with permission of the University of California Press.
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