The Whip

By Robert Creeley 1926–2005 Robert Creeley
I spent a night turning in bed,
my love was a feather, a flat
 
sleeping thing. She was
very white
 
and quiet, and above us on
the roof, there was another woman I
 
also loved, had
addressed myself to in
 
a fit she
returned. That
 
encompasses it. But now I was
lonely, I yelled,
 
but what is that? Ugh,
she said, beside me, she put
 
her hand on
my back, for which act
 
I think to say this
wrongly.

Robert Creeley, “The Whip” from The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975. Copyright © 1982 by Robert Creeley. Reprinted by permission of University of California Press.

Source: The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975 (University of California Press, 1982)

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Poet Robert Creeley 1926–2005

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

SCHOOL / PERIOD Black Mountain

Subjects Living, Marriage & Companionship, Love, Realistic & Complicated, Romantic Love, Relationships, Men & Women

Poetic Terms Couplet, Free Verse