The Language

The Language


by Robert Creeley


Locate I
love you some-
where in


teeth and
eyes, bite
it but


take care not
to hurt, you
want so


much so
little. Words
say everything.


I
love you
again,


then what
is emptiness
for. To


fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full


of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.



Robert Creeley, “The Language” from The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975. Copyright © 1992 by the Regents of the University of California. Reprinted with the permission of the University of California Press, www.ucpress.edu.