ROBERT CREELEY’S ECHOES

Another handsome chapbook from The Toothpaste Press, designed and printed by Allan Kornblum in an edition of 2,000 paperbacks plus 200 hardcover copies bound by Constance Sayre at the Black Oak Bindery. Here’s a terrific poem:

Bresson’s Movies

A movie of Robert
Bresson's showed a yacht,
at evening on the Seine,
all its lights on, watched

by two young, seemingly
poor people, on a bridge adjacent,
the classic boy and girl
of the story, any one

one cares to tell. So
years pass, of course, but
I identified with the young,
embittered Frenchman,

knew his almost complacent
anguish and the distance
he felt from his girl.
Yet another film

of Bresson's has the
aging Lancelot with his
awkward armor standing
in a woods, of small trees,

dazed, bleeding, both he
and his horse are,
trying to get back to
the castle, itself of

no great size. It
moved me, that
life was after all
like that. You are

in love. You stand
in the woods, with
a horse, bleeding.
The story is true.

—KS