come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain
what i am to my self
that must be remembered
insisted upon
so often? is it
that never the ease
even the hadness
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this
something not so insitent
am i to be locked in this
final uneasiness
love, if u love me,
lie next tome
be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatousness,
the semi lust
of intentional indifference
be wet
with a decent happiness
robert creeley, 1926
hey all.. im back