Sunday Poem

By a poverty of vision a
wealth of calamity occurs.
…….…………….—Roshi Bob

I Know a Man

As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking, —John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what

can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,

drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where you’re going

Robert Creeley
from Contemporary American Poetry
Penguin Books, 1966