“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. The winner of numerous awards, he was named for
the prestigious Bollingen Prize and served as New York Poet Laureate. For
Saturday’s Poem, here are two of Creeley’s short poems,
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,
alone
all the
way. they
will likewise all have places.
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