William Stafford

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

Across Kansas - Poem by William Stafford

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My family slept those level miles
but like a bell rung deep till dawn
I drove down an aisle of sound,
nothing real but in the bell,
past the town where I was born.

Once you cross a land like that
you own your face more: what the light
struck told a self; every rock
denied all the rest of the world.
We stopped at Sharon Springs and ate--

My state still dark, my dream too long to tell.


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  • Bronze Star - 2,368 Points john tiong chunghoo (3/25/2006 12:07:00 AM)

    lovely poem. my contribution:

    hometown roadside
    imposing giant rock
    so much it holds for me (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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