All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, 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 me
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.
I discovered this poem by Robert Creeley in the early 1970’s and was taken by his pleading for a type of happiness which was natural..unforced…basic…and complete…much like the “rain” in life…it can be a kind of cleansing, comforting, calming…which balances out the harshness, unpredictablity, insecurity and temptations of daily life…Creeley seems to be seeking a love which settles and relaxes him…not a lustfilled love…but a love which is more pure, more lasting, more enduring, that can be counted on and relied on. Creeley’s identity and search for meaning and expression may have found a temporary and happy clarity in “the rain”…it is his hope and desire for a simple side by side love..which is a natural part of a contented life.
its a nice little poem. i like it