Robert Creeley

(1926-2005 / Arlington, Massachusetts)

Robert Creeley Poems

41. Song 1/13/2003
42. A Token 1/13/2003
43. A Song 1/13/2003
44. Kore 1/13/2003
45. Myself 1/13/2003
46. The Way 1/13/2003
47. Love 1/13/2003
48. The Warning 1/13/2003
49. The Innocence 1/13/2003
50. The Carnival 1/13/2003
51. Water Music 1/13/2003
52. The Conspiracy 1/13/2003
53. Zero 1/13/2003
54. Something 1/13/2003
55. America 1/13/2003
56. I Know A Man 1/13/2003
57. A Form Of Women 1/13/2003
58. The Mirror 1/13/2003
59. The Rain 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 ...

Read the full of The Rain

The Carnival

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

Even so the attempt
makes for triumph, in
another man.

Likewise in love I
am not foolish or in-
competent. My method is not a

tenderness, but hope
defined.

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