William Stafford (January 17, 1914 – August 28, 1993 / Kansas)

I used to know this poem by heart, then lost it for many years. Now re-found; happy.

I like to punch people named Nick in the face.

I really really like toytels...

When I grow up, I wanna be a super hero... Captain Hammer.

I find it interesting how this poet, William Stafford, looks like a drunk bad guy from a generic western film. I'm just stating an obvious opinion.

The last stanza is a summation of all of life. So beautifully said.So true.

It states to me that we know and yet say not what it is we know and leave ourselves marooned and lost. That we may miss our way or be influenced by what others say we should be. That when we awake we stay awake and be lucid and transparent. That we be clear with ourselves and then be clear to those around and stay true to our self, no matter what darkness prevails.

One of the truly great poems of all times. The theme of the individual, each individual as integral to the well-being of the community is stated so gently, yet with such power that it makes me shudder deep inside.