There may be losses too great to understand
That rove after you and--faint and terrible--
rip unknown through your hand.
Tag: 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.
Tag: poetry
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.
I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.
Tag: 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 StaffordTag: 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.
Tag: poetry
. . . On a sandbar
sunlight stretches out its limbs, or is it
a sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold?
Tag: 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 StaffordTag: 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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