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Robert Creeley

The Woman I have never clearly given to you the associations you have for me, you with such divided presence my dream does not show you. I do not dream. I have compounded these sensations, the accumulation of the things left me by you. Always your tits, not breasts, but harsh sudden rises of impatient… Continue reading Robert Creeley

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Robert Creeley

Such strangeness of mind I know I cannot find there more than what I know. I am tired of purposes, intent that leads itself back to its own belief. I want nothing more of such brilliance but what makes the shadows darker and that fire grow dimmer. — Robert Creeley, from “Pieces,” The Collected Poems… Continue reading Robert Creeley

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Robert Creeley

There is that in love which, by the syntax of, men find women and join their bodies of their minds —which wants so to acquire a continuity, a place, a demonstration that it must be one’s own sentence. — Robert Creeley, “The Sentence,” The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975 (University of Californina, 1982)a

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Robert Creeley

The Rain All 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 it   that never the ease, even the hardness, of rain falling will have for me   something other than this, something not… Continue reading Robert Creeley

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Robert Creeley

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 happiness. — Robert Creeley, from “The Rain,” Selected Poems of Robert Creeley. (University of California Press March 19, 1996)

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