Analysis of The Flower by Robert Creeley

This is a short analysis of the poem The Flower by Robert Creeley.

The Flower by Robert Creeley


Poem:

I think I grow tensions
like flowers
in a wood where
nobody goes.

Each wound is perfect,
encloses itself in a tiny
imperceptible blossom,
making pain.

Pain is a flower like that one,
like this one,
like that one,
like this one.

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