The Snow by Robert Creeley

[poemsandsorrow.livejournal.com]

The broken snow should leave the traces
of yesterday's walks, the paths worn in,
and bring friends to our door
somewhere in the dark winter.

Sometime in April I will get at last
the flowers promised you long ago,---
to think of it
will help us through.

The night is a pleasure to us,
I think sleeping, and what warmth secures
me you bring,
giving at last freely of yourself.

Myself was old, was confused, was wanting,---
to sing of an old song,
through the last echo of hurting,
brought now home.

Comments

[cp.livejournal.com]

I adore Creeley, good choice. :)

[zinniazayda.livejournal.com]

Wow. I'm usually not such a fan of Creeley, in part because my poetry teacher worshipped him, but I found this both beautiful and true.