Rain
First winter rain by Matsuo Basho
First winter rain–
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat.
Rain Rain Rain
Three Monoprints by Fung Lin Hall
The Rain by Robert Creeley
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is itthat never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for mesomething 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 outof the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
Marjorie Perloff on Robert Creeley’s Radical Poetics.