Poems by William Stafford
American Gothic
... We love it. We travel our kind of ...
Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing
... white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate ...
Traveling Through The Dark
... I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red ...
Ask Me
... and there are comings and goings from miles away ...
A Ritual To Read To Each Other
... lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark ...
Just Thinking
... Let the bucket of memory down into the well, ...
Returned To Say
... darkens the steel his become setAnd start a new vision: the rest of his life ...
This Life
... " "As far as was needed," I said, ...
The Light By The Barn
... and the chickens at work till the sun goes down--Then the light by the barn again ...
For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid
... What you fear will not go away: it will take you into ...
Waking at 3 a.m.
... you become a secret storehouse that saves the country, ...
When I Met My Muse
... They buzzed like a locust on the coffee table and then ...
Security
... But you have to know they are there before they exist ...
Across Kansas
... We stopped at Sharon Springs and ate--My state still dark, my dream too long to tell ...
Remembering Mountain Men
... When I dream at night, they save a place for me, ...
