There may be losses too great to understand
That rove after you and--faint and terrible--
rip unknown through your hand.
Mots clés poetry
If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
Mots clés poetry
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.
I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.
Mots clés poets
Poverty plus confidence equals
pioneers. We never doubted.
Literature is not a picture of life, but is a separate experience with its own kind of flow and enhancement.
William StaffordMots clés poetry
I heard a bird congratulating itself
all day for being a jay.
Nobody cared. But it was glad
all over again, and said so, again.
Mots clés poetry
. . . On a sandbar
sunlight stretches out its limbs, or is it
a sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold?
Mots clés poetry
I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don't have any sense of its coming to a kind of crescendo, or of its petering out either. It is just going steadily along.
William StaffordMots clés poetry
There is no such thing as writer's block for writers whose standards are low enough.
William StaffordThose who champion democracy, but make a fetish of never accepting anything they don't agree with -- what advantage do they see in democracy?
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