Poetry I Like

I’ve been reading a lot of poetry, almost to the exclusion of anything else, which is not exactly convenient for my work commute. This morning I read The Rain, by Robert Creeley. I can’t say I really understand this poem, but these lines were like a punch in the gut:

What am I to myself
That must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often?

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