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

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Once known primarily for his association with the group called the “Black Mountain Poets,” at the time of his death in 2005, Robert Creeley was widely recognized as one of the most important and influential American poets of the twentieth century. His poetry is noted for both its concision and emotional power. Albert Mobilio, writing in the Voice Literary Supplement, observed: “Creeley has shaped his own audience. The much . . .

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

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

SCHOOL / PERIOD Black Mountain

Poetic Terms Couplet, Free Verse

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