Posted on December 1, 2017 March 2, 2018 Categories Robert Creeley, William Shakespeare Tags My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun, Poetry, Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare, Stephen Fry, Stephen Fry reading Shakespeare, The Rain by Robert Creeley 1 … Robert Creeley was born in Arlington, Massachusetts, on May 21, 1926. A great poem in ten parts by Robert Creeley. Preface: When I saw flyers at the Green Library on "Robert Creeley: A Symposium on his Poetry & his Place in American Letters" on Saturday, November 5, 2005, 1-5 pm at the Bender Room in the Green Library, I was eager to attend. Each of Robert Creeley's poems are like beautifully wrapped gifts that you must slowly unravel by yourself but the rewards are really worth it. What am i to myself that must be remembered, insisted upon so often? All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quiet, persistent rain. Robert Creeley (1926-2005) was one of the darker poets of his generation, and also one of the best. He attended Harvard University from 1943 to 1946, taking time out from 1944 to 1945 to … Is it that never the ease, even the hardness, of rain falling will have for me something other than this, something not so Therefore, I find myself reading and re-reading his poems often and each time I do, I seem to glean more information. The Rain by Robert Creeley Paraphrasing Feeling of being trapped SOAPStone Speaker: A man who wants happiness in his life Occasion: 1991 New Mexico Audience: Himself Purpose: To get his thoughts about his life Subject: Happiness Tone: Calming, clean feeling, and comfort All night I Know a Man by Robert Creeley: Summary and Critical Analysis The Speaker of this poem is caught between two conflicting positions: whether to solve his existential despair by escaping from the world by buying a goddamn big car or by paying a greater attention to what is immediately in front of him. The Creeley memorials of 2005 and 2006 - festivals, readings, conferences, and especially website testimonials - were so overwhelming in their homage and veneration for the late great poet, that we tend to forget that it has not always been thus, that Creeley's distinctive poetics have been the object of curious misunderstandings.