Robert Creeley

(1926-2005 / United States)

Robert Creeley Poems

41. The Warning 1/13/2003
42. The Way 1/13/2003
43. The Window 4/19/2010
44. The World 4/19/2010
45. Water Music 1/13/2003
46. Yesterdays 4/19/2010
47. Zero 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Robert Creeley

The Rain

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent--
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent ...

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After Lorca

for M. Marti

The church is a business, and the rich
are the business men.
When they pull on the bells, the
poor come piling in and when a poor man dies, he has a
cross, and they rush through the ceremony.

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