Robert Creeley

(1926-2005 / Arlington, Massachusetts)

Robert Creeley Poems

41. The Innocence 1/13/2003
42. The Language 4/19/2010
43. The Measure 4/19/2010
44. The Mirror 1/13/2003
45. The Pattern 4/19/2010
46. The Pool 4/19/2010
47. The Rain 1/13/2003
48. The Rescue 4/19/2010
49. The Rhythm 4/19/2010
50. The Sentence 4/19/2010
51. The Tunnel -new- 10/18/2016
52. The Warning 1/13/2003
53. The Way 1/13/2003
54. The Whip -new- 10/18/2016
55. The Window 4/19/2010
56. The World 4/19/2010
57. Water Music 1/13/2003
58. Yesterdays 4/19/2010
59. 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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Sleeping birds, lead me,
soft birds, be me

inside this black room,
back of the white moon.

In the dark night

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