Was just digging around in Creeley's letters for something he said about scale. Pam Rehm has something of her teacher's verbal grasp of the natural observation: "nothing properly ends || But is re-distined || Rudiments of encounter | Then parting || Always en route | to refinement". This reminds me of Creeley's "The Rhythm," written, it has been claimed, after the death of Duncan's mother.
Rehm searches for the naturalist's terrors: "A man casts off his knowledge | as he casts off|| his calendar body | a worn bargaining." I take it the calendar body is secular; not participating in any transubstantiation. She ends this meditation, "A Construction": "The eternal dialogue | Ecstasy or torture?"
She has lived, as she says, "a spiritual life." And she adds: "Haunted by the boundaries | of a continuum." Walking, every object in one's periphery sweeps by on the way behind. Here is Creeley, in a beautiful letter he wrote to Dr. Williams about 20 months before he tragically lost his eldest daughter in the collapsed dugout of an arroyo: "I don't often know what I say, so to speak, or why I say it; but god willing am quite aware how."