Robert Creeley

Robert Creeley Poems

I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door

Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,

these persistent, inexorable deaths

America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.

Let the sun shine again

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

As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,--John, I


for Mark Peters

Not just nothing,
Not there's no answer,

I approach with such
a careful tremor, always
I feel the finally foolish

You send me your poems,
I'll send you mine.

Things tend to awaken

For love-I would
split open your head and put
a candle in
behind the eyes.

The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce like in water.

Water music,

Whereas the man who hits
the gong dis-
proves it, in all its
simplicity --

Looking to the sea, it is a line
of unbroken mountains.

It is the sky.

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


The thing comes
of itself

(Look up


What, younger, felt
was possible, now knows
is not - but still
not changed enough -


As I was walking
I came upon
chance walking
the same road upon.


I had wanted a quiet testament
and I had wanted, among other things,
a song.
That was to be

My lady
fair with
arms, what


What I took in my hand
grew in weight. You must
understand it
was not obscene.


Sleeping birds, lead me,
soft birds, be me

Robert Creeley Biography

Robert Creeley (May 21, 1926 – March 30, 2005) was an American poet and author of more than sixty books. He is usually associated with the Black Mountain poets, though his verse aesthetic diverged from that school's. He was close with Charles Olson, Robert Duncan, Allen Ginsberg, John Wieners and Ed Dorn. He served as the Samuel P. Capen Professor of Poetry and the Humanities at State University of New York at Buffalo. In 1991, he joined colleagues Susan Howe, Charles Bernstein, Raymond Federman, Robert Bertholf, and Dennis Tedlock in founding the Poetics Program at Buffalo. Creeley lived in Waldoboro, Maine, Buffalo, New York, and Providence, Rhode Island where he taught at Brown University. He was a recipient of the Lannan Foundation Lifetime Achievement Award.)

The Best Poem Of Robert Creeley

A Form Of Women

I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door

and have walked tonight
by myself
to see the moonlight
and see it as trees

and shapes more fearful
because I feared
what I did not know
but have wanted to know.

My facd is my own, I thought.
But you have seen it
turn into a thousand years.
I watched you cry.

I could not touch you.
I wanted very much to
touch you
but could not.

If it is dark
when this is given to you,
have care for its content
when the moon shines.

My face is my own.
My hands are my own.
My mouth is my own
but I am not.

Moon, moon,
whn you leave me alone
all the darkness is
an utter blackness,

a pit of fear,
a stench,
hands unreasonable
never to touch.

But I love you.
Do you love me.
What to say
when you see me.

Robert Creeley Comments

Kumarmani Mahakul 25 January 2020

Robert Creeley was a nice author and poet and his sixty books and he was a great personality. His books are poems are milestones of his success. His outstanding position in the world literature dazzles even today as it was earlier. The person who has read his books he will never forget him. May he rest in peace! MAY GOD Sprinkle his GRACE ON HIM>

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