“The
awful thing, as a kid reading, was that you came to the end of the story, and that
was it. I mean, it would be heartbreaking that there was no more of it.”
– Robert Creeley
Born in Massachusetts in May of
1926, Creeley authored more than 60 books of poems and one novel. Associated with the Black Mountain Poets, he
was widely recognized as one of the most important and influential American
poets of the 20th century.
His poetry was noted for its
concision, emotional power, and for giving prominence to the ongoing
experiences of an individual’s life.
The winner of numerous awards, he was named for the prestigious
Bollingen Prize and served as New York Poet Laureate. In 2003, shortly before his death, he was
elected to the American Academy of Arts & Sciences. For Saturday’s Poem, here are Creeley’s,
Love Comes Quietly
and Oh No !
Love
comes quietly, If you wander far enough
finally, drops you will come to it
about me, on me, and when you get there
in the old ways. they will give you a place to sit
What did I know for yourself only, in a nice chair.
thinking myself And all your friends will be there
able to go with smiles on their faces,
finally, drops you will come to it
about me, on me, and when you get there
in the old ways. they will give you a place to sit
What did I know for yourself only, in a nice chair.
thinking myself And all your friends will be there
able to go with smiles on their faces,
alone all the way. they
will likewise all have places.
Writer’s Moment with a friend at http://writersmoment.blogspot.com
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