By — Tom LeGro Tom LeGro Leave your feedback Share Copy URL https://www.pbs.org/newshour/arts/weekly-poem-new-years Email Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Pinterest Tumblr Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Weekly Poem: ‘New Year’s’ Arts Jan 4, 2010 10:59 AM EDT By Robert Creeley The end of the year wears its face in the moon against the disguises one would otherwise put upon it. It is the mild temper of midnight that embarrasses us and oh! we turn away into reassuring daylight but backwards. If it were the forward motion one wanted What tempers would not be resolved, can one keep the night out of it as or when it was there? Darling (she had gone) we speak as if there never were an answer. We speak (to the back, to sleep, to heads). We are alone in the new minute, hour, or year, or nowhere. House. Your hand is too far from me. Tree, speak. The moon is white in the branches, the night is white in the mind of it. Love, tell me the time. What time is it? The second, the moment moving in the moon? Of the strangeness of bending backwards until the mind is an instant of mind in the moon’s light white upon an Endless black desert, the sand, in the night of the last moment of the year. Robert Creeley (1926-2005) was one of the most important and influential American poets of the twentieth century. He was the author more than 60 books of poetry and other writing. For more than 30 years, Creeley taught at the State University of New York-Buffalo, helping to turn its poetics program into one of the most famous havens for avant-garde writing in the world. The audio of Creeley reading “New Year’s” was recorded at Harvard University on Oct. 27, 1966, and is made available by PennSound, which is “an ongoing project, committed to producing new audio recordings and preserving existing audio archives.” A free press is a cornerstone of a healthy democracy. Support trusted journalism and civil dialogue. Donate now By — Tom LeGro Tom LeGro
By Robert Creeley The end of the year wears its face in the moon against the disguises one would otherwise put upon it. It is the mild temper of midnight that embarrasses us and oh! we turn away into reassuring daylight but backwards. If it were the forward motion one wanted What tempers would not be resolved, can one keep the night out of it as or when it was there? Darling (she had gone) we speak as if there never were an answer. We speak (to the back, to sleep, to heads). We are alone in the new minute, hour, or year, or nowhere. House. Your hand is too far from me. Tree, speak. The moon is white in the branches, the night is white in the mind of it. Love, tell me the time. What time is it? The second, the moment moving in the moon? Of the strangeness of bending backwards until the mind is an instant of mind in the moon’s light white upon an Endless black desert, the sand, in the night of the last moment of the year. Robert Creeley (1926-2005) was one of the most important and influential American poets of the twentieth century. He was the author more than 60 books of poetry and other writing. For more than 30 years, Creeley taught at the State University of New York-Buffalo, helping to turn its poetics program into one of the most famous havens for avant-garde writing in the world. The audio of Creeley reading “New Year’s” was recorded at Harvard University on Oct. 27, 1966, and is made available by PennSound, which is “an ongoing project, committed to producing new audio recordings and preserving existing audio archives.” A free press is a cornerstone of a healthy democracy. Support trusted journalism and civil dialogue. Donate now