“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 Arlington, MA on May 21,
1926 (he died in 2005) Creeley authored more than 60 books of poems and one
novel. Widely recognized as one of the most important and
influential American poets of the 20th century, he wrote poems noted for their concision
and emotional power. Winner of the Lannan Lifetime Achievement
Award, he also received the Robert Frost Medal and the Bollingen Prize
and 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.
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