Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Be For Me, Like Rain: Rebel Girl's Poetry Corner (Rebel Girl)



TOMORROW is Valentine's Day - get ready. Here comes the love.

Few do it better than Robert Creeley, in my humble opinion. Here's the poem that helped Rebel Girl land (or at least confuse) Red Emma way back when in 1984. Those were the days.

The Rain
- Robert Creeley

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, 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.


9 comments:

Anonymous said...

well, Creeley lacks the prose stylings found in Gensler's Avenger of Blood. (drumroll)

Anonymous said...

J Geils said it better:

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

Anonymous said...

Janis Joplin:

go on, take a piece of my heart now baby...

Anonymous said...

I've always struggled to understand most poetry. Love its personal nature and that it's a valuable vehicle for venting. But much of it is lost on me. A limerick is probably more my speed, RG. Hope you like it:

There once was a chancellor from hell
Who thought he did everything well
With the help of the board
He thinks he's our lord
The only choice is to rebel

Anonymous said...

a Valentine's poetry reading--here's my offering from e.e. cummings, with apologies for the limitations of bloggy spacing . . .

you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body, to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing, i said, except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.

....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
breast,
lightly)
Do you believe in always, the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe, the rain answered

Anonymous said...

Now, that is an excellent cummings choice. Thanks.

Anonymous said...

:-) I liked the Creeley and the cummings! :-)

Anonymous said...

ah, e.e.!

I like your sensibility a.farensis, whoever you are.

Anonymous said...

Said the late man to the straight man, where have you been
I've been here and I've been there and I've been in between
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear...

Roy's obituary in LA Times and Register: "we were lucky to have you while we did"

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