William Stafford

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

Just Thinking - Poem by William Stafford

Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.

Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot--peace, you know.

Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.

This is what the whole thing is about.

Comments about Just Thinking by William Stafford

  • Galina Italyanskaya (4/6/2017 8:37:00 AM)

    We all live with it: tested to be condemned or sometimes approved. It doesn't feel like freedom.
    Constant pressure.
    And such peaceful moments are most welcome.
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  • (2/3/2012 1:31:00 PM)

    My farts smell real bad, for real. (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (3/25/2006 12:24:00 AM)

    yes sometime it is.

    morning calm
    the way
    to start the day
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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