William Stafford
William Stafford
Prolific American poet and 1970 U.S. Poet Laureate who won the National Book Award for Traveling Through the Dark. His numerous other works include In the Clock of Reason, Brother Wind, Passwords, and Wyoming Circuit.
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth17 January 1914
CountryUnited States of America
happens itself legends second twice
So, the world happens twice -- once what we see it as; second it legends itself deep, the way it is.
art father lick
Our Father Who art in Heavencan lick their Father Who art in Heaven.
hidden name touch william
My name is William Tell:when little oppressions touch mearrows hidden in my cloakwhisper, "Ready, ready.
arrows cloak hidden name touch william
My name is William Tell: when little oppressions touch me arrows hidden in my cloak whisper, "Ready, ready.
area following god home kindness miss others pattern prevail wrong
If you don't know the kind of person I amand I don't know the kind of person you area pattern that others made may prevail in the worldand following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
encourage good ways
If you have things right in your lifebut do not know why,you are just lucky, and you will not movein the little ways that encourage good fortune.
call cruel maybe occurs recognize root
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all crueltyto know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
comforts goes good great wall
A great snug wall goes around everything,has always been there, will alwaysremain. It is a good world to belost in. It comforts you. It isall right. And you sleep.
comforts goes good great lost sleep wall
A great snug wall goes around everything, has always been there, will always remain. It is a good world to be lost in. It comforts you. It is all right. And you sleep.
deep gutter head heard pours silence turn wide
. . . You were aimed from birth:you will never be alone. Rainwill come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,long aisles -- you never heard so deep a sound,moss on rock, and years. You turn your head --that's what the silence meant: you're not alone. The whole wide world pours down.
deep gutter head heard moss pours rain silence turn wide
. . . You were aimed from birth: you will never be alone. Rain will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon, long aisles -- you never heard so deep a sound, moss on rock, and years. You turn your head -- that's what the silence meant: you're not alone. The whole wide world pours down.
fire time
And sometimes when they look in the firethey see time going on and someone alone,but they don't say anything.
fire time
And sometimes when they look in the fire they see time going on and someone alone, but they don't say anything.
forward life quiet wherever
All right. I listen. My life sinks a littlefarther, for the pity; from now on I know itwith them. We'll take a stand, wherever the end is.We go forward by this quiet sharing,they one way, I another. I am their promise:no one else is going to know.