The Mirror in  General   

Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,

these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,

our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.

Whatever the hope,
here it is lost.

Because we coveted our difference,
here is the cost.

By Robert Creeley

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Other poems by Robert Creeley:

• A Form Of Women
• A Song
• A Token
• A Wicker Basket
• Ballad Of The Despairing Husband
• Four Days In Vermont
• Goodbye
• I Know A Man
• Kore
• Love
• Myself
• Other
• Something
• Song
• The Carnival
• The Conspiracy
• The Innocence
• The Mirror
• The Rain
• The Warning
• The Way
• Water Music