William Stafford

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

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  • Elizabeth Marchitti (11/28/2019 1:53:00 PM)

    Why can't I find his Juncos poem?
    There was a whole art show based on his line " I love their clean little coveralls." I have most of his books but don't know which one to look in. I love William Stafford. I love juncos.

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  • carlos (11/6/2019 7:15:00 AM)

    Poem name: First line: " Time wants to show you a different country"

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  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (8/28/2019 8:39:00 PM)

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

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  • Jimmy Frank (4/26/2019 9:19:00 AM)

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

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  • Sir Bob The Great (4/26/2019 9:17:00 AM)

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

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  • Bob Rupp (4/16/2019 1:28:00 PM)

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

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  • Mike Brady (1/27/2019 10:37:00 AM)

    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!

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  • Dave Harvey (12/31/2018 12:34:00 PM)

    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.

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  • Danny Smith (10/6/2018 12:03:00 AM)

    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.

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  • Prosenjit N Sinha (1/29/2018 10:02:00 PM)

    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.

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Best Poem of William Stafford

A Ritual To Read To Each Other

If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs...

Read the full of A Ritual To Read To Each Other

This Life

With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach


We would climb the highest dune,
from there to gaze and come down:
the ocean was performing;
we contributed our climb.

Waves leapfrogged and came

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