by Robert Creeley
The first retainer
he gave to her
was a golden
wedding ring.
The second — late at night
he woke up,
leaned over on an elbow,
and kissed her.
The third and the last —
he died with
and gave up loving
and lived with her.
From:
The New American Poetry 1945-1960, Donald Allen
Copyright ©:
University of California Press (1999)
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