The Way in  General   

My love's manners in bed
are not to be discussed by me,
as mine by her
I would not credit comment upon gracefully.

Yet I ride by the margin of that lake in
the wood, the castle,
and the excitement of strongholds;
and have a small boy's notion of doing good.

Oh well, I will say here,
knowing each man,
let you find a good wife too,
and love her as hard as you can.

By Robert Creeley

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• A Form Of Women
• A Song
• A Token
• A Wicker Basket
• Ballad Of The Despairing Husband
• Four Days In Vermont
• Goodbye
• I Know A Man
• Kore
• Love
• Myself
• Other
• Something
• Song
• The Carnival
• The Conspiracy
• The Innocence
• The Mirror
• The Rain
• The Warning
• The Way
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