In a year that has already been rife with the passing of several writers, I'm sad to report that poet Robert Creeley passed away this morning after becoming very ill with pneumonia. I had the pleasure of interviewing him early last year, and we corresponded a little bit after that. He was definitely an important figure in American poetry, but from the little I got to know of him through the interview and subsequent e-mails, he seemed to be a really cool guy with a genuine interest in online writing and publishing and encouraging young writers.
He was kind enough to write a poem for our 24 Hour Poetry Party, which I'll put up here. It seems especially poignant today.
Bye and Bye
Faded in face of apparent reality -
As it comes, I see it still goes on and on.
and even now still sitting at this table
is the smiling man who nobody seems to know.
Older, the walls apparently get higher.
No one seemingly gets to look over
to see the people pointing at the sky
where the old planes used to fly over.
I packed my own reality in a bag
and pushed it under the table,
thinking to retrieve it when able
some time bye and bye.