55 Quotes by Robert Creeley

How dearyou areto me, how love-ly all your body is, howall thesesenses docommingle, sothat in your veryarms I stillcan think of you.

Still, no one finally knows what a poet is supposed either to be or to do. Especially in this country, one takes on the job—because all that one does in America is considered a "job"—with no clear sense as to what is required or where one will ultimately be led. In that respect, it is as particular an instance of a "calling" as one might point to. For years I've kept in mind, "Many are called but few are chosen." Even so "called," there were no assurances that one would be answered.

When I speak, I speaks.

What's inside,what's the placeapart fromthis one?

I thought if I were broken enoughI would see the lightlike at the end of a small tube, but approachable.

The century was well alongwhen I came inand now that it's ending,I realize it won'tbe long.But couldn't it all have beena little nicer,as my mother'd say. Did ithave to kill everything in sight,Did right always have to be so wrong?

What am I to myselfthat must be remembered,insisted uponso often?

He lives out in Orchard Park. I mean, to be able to sit on the bench so patiently, for whatever part, and to be able to get up and do something, with such heroic competencies would be great.

Don't name it, as they say, because instantly you offer it to this peculiar authority.