WHAT I KNOW ABOUT MYSELF
I know I have been alive for over sixty years.
I know some people love me and some don’t.
I know I am like all other people because I have
the same physical life – as hens are like hens, dogs like dogs.
I know I don’t know a lot that other people may well know more
about but I’ve got to trust them to help me – as I need it,
and vice versa.
I know what I am, a human,
is more than what I can simply think or feel.
I know I love dogs, water, my family, friends, walking the streets
when things feel easy.
I know this is the one life I’ll get —and it's enough.
ONWARD!
-robert creeley (died march 30th at sunrise 2005)
written in a poetry class
on the upper west side of NYC
a residency poetry gig conducted by ron silliman
1987 (?)
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4 comments:
thanks for this poem
mr creeley
he knew
what the meaning
of is is
i have a great need to read more
creeley
Who wrote the poem? did JH write the poem, or did Creeley write the poem?
sorry to confuse
(well, confusion is a way of knowing too)
creeley wrote the poem
along with some 8th graders i believe who were given the challenge
to write abut what they know for sure
i tracked back into the
archives of silliman
and reprinted it here
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