Robert Creeley

Arlington, Massachusetts
Robert Creeley
Arlington, Massachusetts

The Rain

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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 happiness.
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COMMENTS
Ahmad Shiddiqi 15 September 2009
deeply express and full of hope. keep writing! ! !
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Richard Taylor 06 September 2008
This is an old or early poem of Creeley's - but one of my favourite.
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