The galloping collection of boards   
are the house which I afforded   
one evening to walk into
just as the night came down.

Dark inside, the candle
lit of its own free will, the attic   
groaned then, the stairs
led me up into the air.

From outside, it must have seemed   
a wonder that it was
the inside he as me saw
in the dark there.

  • Robert Creeley, “Somewhere” from Selected Poems of Robert Creeley. Copyright © 1991 by the Regents of the University of California. Reprinted with the permission of the University of California Press, www.ucpress.edu.

  • Source: Selected Poems (University of California Press, 1991)

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