After Frost
by Robert Creeley
He comes here
by whatever way he can,
not too late,
not too soon.
He sits, waiting.
He doesn’t know
why he should
have such a patience.
He sits at a table
on a chair.
He is comfortable
sitting there.
No one else
in this room,
no others, no expectations,
no sounds.
Had he walked
another way,
would he be here,
like they say.
Robert Creeley, “After Frost” from Windows. Copyright © 1990 by Robert Creeley. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Company, www.wwnorton.com/nd/welcome.htm.
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