Robert Creeley

A Song

for Ann

I had wanted a quiet testament
and I had wanted, among other things,
a song.
          That was to be
of a like monotony.
                       (A grace
Simply. Very very quiet.
                                   A murmur of some lost
thrush, though I have never seen one.

Which was you then. Sitting
and so, at peace, so very much now this same quiet.

A song.

And of you the sign now, surely, of a gross
              (which is not reluctant, or if it is,
it is no longer important.

A song.

Which one sings, if he sings it,
with care.