Such strangeness of mind I know
I cannot find there more
than what I know.
I am tired of purposes,
intent that leads itself
back to its own belief. I want
nothing more of such brilliance
but what makes the shadows darker
and that fire grow dimmer.
— Robert Creeley, from “Pieces,” The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975 (University of California Press; 2nd ed. Edition, October 23, 2006) Originally published February 16th 1983.