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CREELEY, Robert


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 m


something 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 out


of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-

lust of intentional indifference.

Be wet

with a decent happiness.



Morning

In sun’s

slow rising

this morning


antenna tower

catches

the first light,


shines

for an instant

silver

white,

separate

from the houses,


the trees,

old woman walking

on street out front