Robert Creeley

(1926-2005 / Arlington, Massachusetts)

The Way

Poem by Robert Creeley

My love's manners in bed
are not to be discussed by me,
as mine by her
I would not credit comment upon gracefully.

Yet I ride by the margin of that lake in
the wood, the castle,
and the excitement of strongholds;
and have a small boy's notion of doing good.

Oh well, I will say here,
knowing each man,
let you find a good wife too,
and love her as hard as you can.


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  • Robert Christgau (12/29/2019 11:15:00 AM)

    My much-missed friend Bruce Ennis first alerted me to how perfectly this poem described his experience of. " A small boy's notion of doing good" may not be what every man feels, probably isn't. Not macho or " confident" enough. Too bad for them. The " lake in the woods" stuff gets it exactly too.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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