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    <reviewbody>Dear lovers of the word,&#13;
&#13;
This great and fine man's passing is tender reminder that our time here is finite, and infinitely precious. &#13;
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We offer you a Creeley reading from one of the many times he graced Naropa's students with his vision and with his voice.&#13;
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Creeley begins at 32 minutes in.&#13;
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May 21, 1926 - March 30, 2005&#13;
&#13;
American poet Robert Creeley passed away this morning at 6:15 am in&#13;
Odessa, Texas, where he was fulfilling a Residency at the Lannan&#13;
Foundation. (Mr Creeley was a recipient of the Lannan Foundation&#13;
Lifetime Achievement Award.) His wife of twenty-eight years,&#13;
Penelope, and son Will and daughter Hannah were at his side. The&#13;
cause of death was complications from respiratory disease. Mr.&#13;
Creeley was seventy-eight years old.&#13;
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A Song&#13;
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I had wanted a quiet testament&#13;
and I had wanted, among other things,&#13;
a song.&#13;
That was to be&#13;
of a like monotony.&#13;
(A grace&#13;
Simply. Very very quiet.&#13;
A murmur of some lost&#13;
thrush, though I have never seen one.&#13;
&#13;
Which was you then. Sitting&#13;
and so, at peace, so very much now this same quiet.&#13;
&#13;
A song.&#13;
&#13;
And of you the sign now, surely, of a gross&#13;
perpetuity&#13;
(which is not reluctant, or if it is,&#13;
it is no longer important.&#13;
&#13;
A song.&#13;
&#13;
Which one sings, if he sings it,&#13;
with care.&#13;
&#13;
Robert Creeley&#13;
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    <reviewtitle>Creeley reads</reviewtitle>
    <reviewer>archivegrl</reviewer>
    <reviewdate>2005-03-31 16:02:50</reviewdate>
    <createdate>2005-03-31 15:53:04</createdate>
    <stars>5</stars>
  </review>
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