Rain, The

All night the unbroken had

come back again,

and again falls

this quiet, persistent rain.

What am I to do with myself

that must be remembered,

insisted upon

so often? Is it

that not at any time the ease,

even the hardness,

of rain falling

will have for me

something other than this,

something not for a like reason insistent-

am I to be fasteninged into this

final uneasiness.

Love if you delight in 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 suitable happiness.

ROBERT CREELEY was born in Arlington, Massachusetts, upon May 21, 1926. In 1954 Creeley joined the faculty of Black Mountain community and began editing the Black Mountain Review. He published more than sixty works of poetry in his lifetime, including If I Were Writing This (New Directions, 2003) Just in Time: piece of poetrys 1984-1994 (2001), Life & Death (1998) Memory Gardens (1986) Mirrors (1983) Later (1979) The Finger (1968) and For Love: piece of poetrys 1950-1960 (1962). He also published The Island (novel, 1963) The Gold Diggers and Other Stories (1965) and more than a dozen works of prose, essays, and interviews. His many honors included the Lannan Lifetime Achievement Award, the rime Medal, the Shelley Memorial Award, a National Endowment for the Arts grant, a Rockefeller Foundation grant, and fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation. He serv as novel York State Poet Laureate from 1989 to 1991 and taught at the State University of novel York, Buffalo. He was culled a Chancellor of the Academy of American author of poemss in 1999.

Robert Creeley died March 30 2005 He was 78

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