In Which As If The Sun Were Wrong To Return

I’m inventing a new acronym today. Thank God It’s Creeley (TGIC). Enjoy.

Love Comes Quietly

by Robert Creeley

Love comes quietly,
finally, drops
about me, on me,
in the old ways.

What did I know
thinking myself
able to go
alone all the way.

A Form of Women

by Robert Creeley

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

from The Collected Poems

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

My face 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.

Padma Lakshmi

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,
when 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.

The Business

by Robert Creeley

To be in love is like going out-
side to see what kind of day

it is. Do not
mistake me. If you love

her how prove she
loves also, except that it

occurs, a remote chance on
which you stake

yourself? But barter for
the Indian was a means of sustenance.

There are records.

“Blue Angels Air Show” – Bright Eyes (mp3)

“You Picked Me” – A Fine Frenzy (mp3)


The best of Robert Creeley on TR:

Our first go round with the legend: Robert Creeley

II: Creeley and blonde women.

III: You and me in the same place at the same time, always.

IV: In my mind I see the door.

V: I’d love to eat with you. Want to get dinner?

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