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William Stafford

A Story That Could Be True

If you were exchanged in the cradle and
your real mother died
without ever telling the story
then no one knows your name, 109 more words

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John Leaves Home

John knotted his tie and pushed it up to the top button of his shirt.  He checked the way it looked in the bathroom mirror.  He put on his suit jacket and dusted the shoulders with the back of his fingers. 438 more words

William Stafford

“Freedom” by William Stafford

Freedom is not following a river.
Freedom is following a river
though, if you want to.

It is deciding now by what happens now.
It is knowing that luck makes a difference. 150 more words

Poetry

Inspiration

I don’t have any. Not for a few days. My mood tanked late last week and it’s been a long slog since. I wish I could say I’ve been reading words of wisdom by William Stafford, my adopted father, but that would be a lie. 516 more words

William Stafford

William Stafford

Today

The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere
a signal arrives: “Now,” and the rays
come down. A tomorrow has come. Open
your hands, lift them: morning rings… 93 more words

Poetry

#223: A Course in Silence

My sophomores and I are studying the poetry of William Stafford and, as is inevitable in a study of poetry, at least from my perspective,  we are also writing poems. 265 more words

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#222: Why I Am Happy

Poet and teacher of mine from a long way back, Peter Sears, taught me about a thing called poetry by corruption, whereby you, the writer, take a poem that you like and just simply and with impunity steal things from it, or, steal it wholesale except for some words or phrases you’ve blanked out from the original and then replaced with your own stuff. 174 more words

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