poet William Stafford

William Stafford

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Remembering Mountain Men

I put my foot in cold water
and hold it there: early mornings
they had to wade through broken ice
to find the traps in the deep channel
with their hands, drag up the chains and
the drowned beaver. The slow current
of the life below tugs at me all day.
When I dream at night, they save a place for me,
no matter how small, somewhere by the fire.

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • John Tiong ChunghooJohn Tiong Chunghoo (3/25/2006 12:35:00 AM)


    the trap
    the whole night
    my mind swims in the river

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