William Stafford

William Stafford ranked highest among fellow poets rather than run-of-the-mill readers.
He had technical brilliance fused with imagination. Also originality.

@Sir Bob The Great
Wat the heck? ? ? ?

I say what a great man. Must go now its tea time.

Life sleeps in this tired old horse - from " A few snorts from a wild one"

Would someone tell me the first word of the first line of Stafford’s “A Few Snorts from a Wild One”? I have a photocopy of that poem, but the first word (and only that one word) is illegible...
Kind regards!

I think the first poem I ever read by him was titled Alpine.: It was a monologue by a small animal that lived above timberline on an unnamed mountain.

Hello Pamela Rogers

THE LITTLE GIRL BY THE FENCE AT SCHOOL



Grass that was moving found all shades of brown,
moved them along, flowed autumn away
galloping southward where summer had gone.
And that was the morning someone’s heart stopped
and all became still. A girl said, “Forever? ”
And the grass. “Yes. Forever.” While the sky —
The sky — the sky — the sky.

Nobert Hirschhorn is preoccupied with the apparent, incapable of appreciating the spaces of the mind which
may guide us to universal truths. You cannot blame him; for urban life with it's trivialities, ultimately constricts-
builds walls of concrete & glass which keeps in facts but excludes the Truth.

Can someone tell me the name of the poem by William Stafford that someone on Oregon Art Beat recently referred to as having helped her during a time of grief? It ended with the sky, the sky, the sky. The title was something about a little girl and a fence for something? I've not located it as yet. Thanks for any help.

Recently watched Oregon Art Beat where they featured William Stafford. Loved, loved his poetry.....it's how I think. It's inspiring me to get back into writing myself.