The Tunnel
Tonight, nothing is long enough—
time isn’t.
Were there a fire,
it would burn now.
Were there a heaven,
I would have gone long ago.
I think that light
is the final image.
But time reoccurs,
love—and an echo.
A time passes
love in the dark.
Robert Creeley, “The Tunnel” from The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975. Copyright © 1982 by Robert Creeley. Reprinted by permission of University of California Press.
Source:
The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975
(University of California Press, 1982)
