The Rain by Robert Creeley
The Rain
Robert CreeleyAll night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is itthat never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for mesomething 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 outof the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
MARGINALIA
I should borrow more Creeley in the library this year.
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This poem appeared in For Love: Poems 1950-1960 by Robert Creeley, published by Scribner, 1962.
ABOUT ROBERT CREELEY
Robert Creeley was born in Arlington, Massachusetts, on May 21, 1926. He attended Harvard University from 1943 to 1946. In 1946, he published his first poem, in the Harvard magazine Wake. Creeley published more than sixty books of poetry including If I Were Writing This (2003); Just in Time: Poems 1984–1994 (2001); Life & Death (1998); Echoes (1994); Selected Poems 1945–1990 (1991); Memory Gardens (1986); Mirrors (1983); The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945–1975 (1982);… (more)
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