“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.“
Remembering Robert Creeley on his birthday.
Lots of exploration here. Many sections I eagerly devoured, consistently thrilled, surprised and—naturally—impressed. A great poet.
Nowhere one
goes will
one ever
be away
enough from
wherever
one was.