The Dishonest Mailmen by Robert Creeley
They are taking all my letters, and they
put them into a fire.
I see the flames, etc.
But do not care, etc.
They burn everything I have, or what little
I have. I don’t care, etc.
The poem supreme, addressed to
emptiness — this is the courage
necessary. This is something
This poem was selected by Russell J. (Reader’s Services)