English poetry

Poems in English

The Rain

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.

1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

Poem The Rain - Robert Creeley